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thexsilentxwordsmith · 8 months

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Part 2 to: The Lieutenant's Whore

Dom!Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader, John "Soap" Mactavish x fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" Mactavish, Reader

Summary: Hearing what he shouldn't have, Johnny is rightfully angry and what does he let that anger lead to? A bad attitude that leads to even worse decisions. As you confront him about this sudden change in demeanor, things start to heat up. What happens when Simon finds out? Actions have consequences and Johnny is about to learn that you will only ever belong to the man behind the mask.

Word Count: 11.6 k

Warnings:

The promise of going one more round had kept you in Simon’s bed, completely naked and filthy as you eagerly waited for him to get hard again. Another shared cigarette was being passed between you both to wile away the time so there was no real need for conversation; you didn’t come here to have a heart to heart, though you would have waited for hours and hours if it meant you could experience even more of the depravity that had just transpired.

As the burning smoke was exhaled out of your lungs and past your lips, a thought popped into that devious little head of yours. “You do realize that it’s the weekend, don’t you?” you questioned him casually as you passed back the cig for him to take a drag.

Simon placed the stick between his lips and drew the poison deep into his chest. “What of it?” he questioned back before he upturned his eyes at you with a smirk on his lips, letting you know that he was on to your train of thought. “You got somewhere to be, luv?”

You chuckled. “I sure do,” you played as you moved yourself onto him to straddle his lap between your thighs. You held up your fingers to count off things one by one. “Let’s see, where do I start? There’s on my back, on my knees, bent over with my ass in the air. It’ll probably take a couple days to get to it all.”

Simon shook his head with a roll of his eyes as he dug his meaty fingers into the bulk of your ass before giving it a swift smack. “So what I’m hearing is that I’m going to be absolutely knackered come Monday, is that it? Does my little slag want me to keep her dicked down all weekend?”

“As if you had a fucking choice,” you said with a devious smirk, “though it is easier to have you on board of your own volition. Do you know how hard it was waiting to do this again? Oh, no you’re gonna make it up to me and my sore fingers by keeping me busy for the next two days.”

As if he was ever going to say no to that proposition; as long as you both stayed locked up in here, no one would notice that you two had started something that would not be easily stopped. “You goin’ soft on me already? Can’t stand to think ‘bout bein’ away yet?” Simon picked mercilessly.

“You wish, bitch,” you didn’t even miss a tick, “there’s only one thing I’d miss and it’s situated between my legs right now.”

For emphasis, you rocked your hips over that meaty appendage and felt a twitch. Coming back from the dead already. Good, you’d give it a bit more to make sure that it would keep growing. Once it was quite stiff, you stopped rolling your hips and sat still; he was gonna pay for that remark.

“But, I need to grab a few things from my room before we go again,” you continued. “I will need to clean myself from time to time and lord knows I’m not about to use whatever 5-in-1 you have rotting away in the back of your shower.”

Of course you’d pull this shit the minute his cock was almost fully hard again. Fucking infuriating skank, why the hell did you make him enjoy the torture so goddamn much? Your palms were against his bare chest for leverage as you were about to move back off of him, when his hand firmly clasped around your chin to keep you in place. Going toe to toe with you since last night had been a thrill and even now he enjoyed matching your energy.

“Fine, I’ll let you go, but you’ve got approximately ten minutes to get your shit and get that sweet arse back here,” he said, drawing your face into his until his lips were nearly on your own. His breath was harsh from the tobacco, but you didn’t care; you liked him best filthy. “Best hurry, luv, cause if I’m left waitin’ with this stiffy any more than what I’ve fuckin’ given you, I’ll make you ride the tip of my boot with your bare pussy until you’re beggin’ and pleadin’ with me to do you proper.”

Fuck. That was enough motivation to get your heart racing and ready to go and you quickly swung your leg off of him so you could exit the bed. His eyes stayed glued to your back as you went in search of your discarded clothing that lay scatter around his floor. As you redressed, those auburn eyes traced the outline of your bare ass until it vanished behind the tight fabric of your jeans.

“Hate to see you leave, but goddamn is it a fuckin’ pleasure to watch you go,” Simon purred through the billowing smoke of another cigarette as he watched you throw back on your disheveled shirt so you could make it across base without gathering an indecent exposure charge.

You shot him one more quick glance before rushing off. He had pulled the sheet up just over his legs and lap as he lay propped up against the wall with his arm behind his head. It was hidden behind the fabric, but you could still see the outline of his cock starting to tent it up and that only made you want to hurry even more. No sense in wasting all that for some clean clothes and a bit of shower gel.

It was still pretty early as you stepped outside Simon’s quarters, the sun’s first light had barely even started to lighten the sky yet so you felt sure that no one would be skulking around to see you leave. Not after last night anyway; most of the others were probably just tucking in to sleep off the booze. You crossed through the base with not a care in the world other than getting back to what was waiting for you beneath the covers.

What you could not have known was that someone close by had heard the sound of the Lieutenant’s door opening and you making your way out. Soap had wanted nothing more than to sleep off not just the alcohol, but the sinking feeling in his chest at what he had stumbled upon earlier in the evening; his mind had other plans though and after sitting in the silence of his room, letting the agitated thoughts run rampant through his mind, he had decided to leave before he worked himself up more than he already was and did something really fucking stupid.

A striking set of blue eyes clocked you nearly running through the base back to your barracks, still wearing the same damn clothes you had on the night before. Soap bristled at the sight as he felt that burning anger welling up in his stomach once again, which only got worse when he saw you exiting the barracks in the same quick manner with a bag now strapped to your shoulder.

He didn’t want to, but quietly he followed behind just out of sight and sure enough you were returning right back to the Lieutenant's room just as he feared. As he watched Simon meet you at the door with just the sheet from his bed barely clinging to his hips and drag you back inside, he felt his heart sink straight into his feet as his fists balled themselves tightly together.

If this was a one and done thing, a drunken mistake that you had let run its course, then Johnny was sure he could get another chance to win you over. But seeing you return to that room destroyed any hope he had that he would get the opportunity to show you that he could give you an experience just as spectacular as what he had heard through the walls in that brief moment.

Kicking the dirt beneath his boots, he stormed off back to his private quarters and entered with an agitated huff as he slammed the door behind him; he couldn’t risk anyone seeing him like this and asking their dumb questions that would surely rotten his mood even further. The wall shook as the door made impact within its frame, the percussive sound reverberating off the walls. “Fucking pussy,” the Scot cursed himself. “Ye lost yer chance at her because ye had to be a lovesick pup. All fur whit?”

Cracking his knuckles before re-clenching his fists, he pulled back his arm and released it directly into the wall. It was enough to make the wall give, but luckily not enough to leave a permanent mark. “Now she’s getting fucked by that bastard,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “That was suppose tae be us in my bed. ‘twas mah name she was suppose tae be moanin’.”

His anger was supposed to be directed at himself, as there was no other that was to blame. Who was the one that pussyfooted around the topic whenever it seemed to present itself? Who was the one that got to worked up at times to meet your obvious flirting with some of their own? And who was the motherfucker that decided to let you leave the bar that night without even asking you if you wanted to go back to his, when you had been all over him all night? All of it was Johnny’s fault in the end.

It was clear he had let his crush mess with his head and though he should have taken the loss and moved on, his mind decided it would rather put that anger towards someone else and that new target would have to be the Lieutenant; he was the one that got to have you while Johnny sat alone with only his hand to keep him satisfied.

So now Simon would have to deal with Johnny’s wrath. And he made sure to start putting that aggression to good use before the day was even out.

Sweat was pouring and limbs were entwined, cock pumping in and out of a tight hole when several hours later a loud knock sounded through the room, making you startle with a jump and Simon grumble with agitation. Try as he might to regain composure to continue, it was shattered when again a loud bang rang out.

Pulling out of you and hopping out of bed in a flurry of anger as he threw on a pair of sweatpants laying near to cover himself, he crossed the room and wrenched the door open only to be met with - nothing. He stuck his head out to look around the area, but it was quiet and undisturbed with not a soul in sight, which only pissed him off more.

You silently listened, curious as to what the intrusion to the middle of your screwing was, but there wasn’t a sound. With a grumble under his breath Simon shut the door and made his way back to you. “Fuckin’ nothing,” he confirmed, slipping quickly back out of his pants and joining you under the covers.

“Whatever it was, it’s done now,” you said trying to get him to focus back on the task at hand. “We probably needed a breather anyway.”

“Done already, sweetheart?” he smirked, setting the tone back to what it was before you were both so rudely interrupted. Frustration be damned, there was still fun to be had.

You shook your head before extending your finger and poking it straight into the middle of his chest. “Now you’re just wasting time. Get back inside me before you regret it.”

And just like that he was back in the moment as he shoved you onto your back, getting between those legs once again like the good little soldier he was to pepper your tits with a flurry of kisses.

Before evening hit that same instance happened twice more, always when you both were in the thick of it when things were the most heated and not easily stopped; it wasn’t as if you weren’t taking breaks, but whenever those long stretches of time came around, they passed by undisturbed. It was clear that someone was doing this on purpose, but the question was why? You were going out of your way to be as quiet as you could, though there were a few times you just couldn’t help it. Still, if someone had a problem with the sound, why not just say something since no one knew you were in there?

It was all very strange, but since the perpetrator couldn’t be caught you tried not to give it more mind; no sense in ruining your weekend. That was until you entered the dining hall that night for supper with Simon in toe like your own personal scary guard dog, and you noticed a significant shift in the atmosphere.

Not wanting to draw attention to the fact that you and Simon were in close proximity and hoping to keep the status quo so that your little secret wouldn’t be found out, you had decided to sit and eat separately. It wasn’t what either of you wanted, but you’d be back in each others company soon enough after you refueled.

Looking through the hall for a place to sit, you caught sight of Soap sitting off from the main group he usually hung with. It struck you as odd; it wasn’t like him to eat alone. Grabbing your food, you made your way over to him and took up a spot by his side. There was a noticeable shift in him the moment you stepped near; where he had been close and talkative before, now there was distance and silence that filled the space between your bodies as he didn’t even bother to greet you. That was not normal at all.

“Hey you, fancy meeting you here.”

You watched as his back tensed as if he had been spooked, caught off guard from being lost in deep thought, but he did not say anything in return to your greeting.

“Everything alright?” you asked as you took your seat, setting your food down and turning your body to face him in your seat with a curious eyebrow raised.

Soap quickly looked at you before he diverted his gaze into his plate, messing about the food with the tip of his fork. It looked as if he hardly had even take a bite yet. “Fine,” he answered curtly, still not meeting your eyes.

It sounded off to you and the whole thing just felt wrong, though maybe you were simply reading too much into it. The alcohol had been plenty last night and it was possible the Sargent had just overdone it after you had left the bar. That was a rare occurrence for sure, but it did happen every once and a while; perhaps last night was just another time you could add to the tally. Nudging him in the ribs with your elbow, you tried to cut the tension with a joke.

“Did the liquor make you her bitch?” you picked, expecting the usual cheeky comeback about him being able to hold his own, but you were only met with him jerking away while his spine visibly bristled at your touch.

He cleared his throat. “No.”

The reply felt even shorter than the prior one and whether or not he was going to admit to anyone right now, something was definitely wrong. “Okay, okay,” you said as you held your hands up in surrender, “just trying to make conversation, but I can see you’ve got your fucking knickers in a twist.”

Nothing, not even a smirk. Whatever it was that got to him had really sunk its fangs in deep. Fine, no more picking since that seemed to only make it worse. Maybe a deviation in conversation would work better.

Picking up your own fork, you began to mess about with the food on your plate. “You know, I really had a good time with you last night. We really need the team to get out more often when we have the time so we can have more fun together.”

The clang from his fork hitting his plate as he threw it down caused those around to look up at the both of you. The suddenness of his action shut you up as you waited to see what he would do next. Quickly he stood from his seat and gathered his things, still without ever making eye contact; he wasn’t going to sit there and listen to anymore of this inane bullshit, not when he was actively trying his best to forget the way you felt against him and all that pent up sexual tension he couldn’t hope to explore anymore.

“Ah gotta go,” he muttered as he left you sitting there, wondering what the hell happened.

You watched him leave the hall before you turned your sight over to Simon sitting not far from you and shot him a look of ‘what the fuck’, which was only met with a subtle shrug. He had noticed the unusual interaction as well, though you knew his feelings about you and Soap, so it wasn’t much consequence to him that he was leaving you alone now. At least he wouldn’t be trying anything with you again as long as he was away.

Still, with the incidents earlier, it was just too much of a coincidence to fully ignore the change in him. You ended up eating in silence just thinking over everything that had happened since the bar in hopes that maybe you could figure it out, but by the time you were finished you had nothing and so you let it be. Besides, Simon was already staring at you, waiting for you to discreetly follow him back to that den of sin that would be your residence for another day so you could end the weekend on a good note.

And what a glorious fucking time it was. The knocking only happened once more and Simon had not even stopped that time. “If it’s important, they’ll fuckin’ say so,” he had grunted as his pace didn’t even slow while he continued pounding into you.

Those sheet were absolutely ruined by the time you were both finished, covered in enough stains to create an entirely new pattern on the fabric, though neither of you were complaining; you didn’t have the strength to. Shit, it was a bitch to even think about leaving, though you knew that you had the privilege back that whenever the mood struck again all you had to do was come find him.

And yet even though you were going to leave there completely and utterly satisfied, something was still eating away at you and it had everything to do with a certain Scot with a newfound sour attitude.

“Something is seriously up with him,” you conjectured as you were drying off after just getting out of the shower, before you were set to get dressed and leave. “I have a sneaking fucking feeling he knows something is up. I think I should talk to him before this gets out of hand. I’ll probably try and catch him some time this week for a little chat; if he does have suspicions we don’t need him spreading that shit around.”

“Probably should avoid being alone with him when you do it,” Simon added.

You paused. “Is that for my benefit or yours?” you shot him a knowing look.

He stared right back at you. “Yours if you know what’s fuckin’ good for ya,” he said firmly. “He’s livid now, but there’s no sense in risking him tryin’ to get close to ya again.”

“Oh, possessive much?” you chided him. “I can handle myself.”

Getting up from his seat on the bed, he moved in and his aggressive kiss hit your mouth quickly. “Never said you couldn’t,” he returned as he broke the connection. “But I don’t want no manky bastard tryin’ anything with you, ever. I meant what I said, sweetheart.”

You kissed him back once more. “I’ll be fine.”

A swift smack to your backside punctuated your kiss. “Fine,” he conceded. “Now, get your arse outta here before I change my mind about lettin’ you go back to your bed.”

It was a few days before you found the time to actually address the Soap situation, as whenever you went looking for him the man could not be found. Literally, you would hang around his usual places, hoping to casually run into him and strike up conversation, but it wasn’t happening.

It wasn’t till the middle of the week when opportunity presented itself and found you at the right place and time. As you were passing through the superior’s offices on other business that evening, you saw it just out of the corner of your eye. The bright, florescent overhead light shone from inside his office; he seemed to be the last one still there, working late. Immediately you jumped at the chance to confront him, your feet carrying you quickly in that direction before he had the possibility to evade you once again. Whatever this was that persisted between you both was going to get resolved one way or another right here and fucking now.

Rapid fire knocks upon the open door to his small office made Johnny look up from his seated position behind his desk where he sat busy with paperwork and the moment his sight clocked you, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Can I come in?” you asked.

Johnny immediately diverted his gaze just as he had been, his emotions getting the better of him. “Ah’m kind o’ busy at the moment,” he brushed off your question as he pretended to busy himself with the papers on his desk, but you weren’t satisfied with that.

You took a deep breath as you stepped over the threshold. “Look, I think we need to talk.”

“Ah dinnae think we do,” he scoffed back.

See, again this wasn’t normal. There was no way in hell the old Johnny wouldn’t jump at the fucking chance to engage in chitchat if it meant you would stick around. Something had crawled up his ass, that was certain, you just didn’t know what.

“Johnny,” you said, brow furrowed at this sudden shift in attitude towards you lately. “What’s goin-”

“It’s Sargent tae ye,” he snapped, immediately shutting you up and cutting you off before anymore could be uttered, “’n’ ye’ll do well tae mind that.”

“Well excuse me,” you said angrily, instantly agitated by the way he had just jumped down your throat unprovoked. “What the fuck has got into you lately? Maybe you want to fill me in as to why all of a sudden you want to act like a bitch and pull this rank shit with me? I thought we were friends.”

“Friends?” he repeated the word with a sneer.

“Yes, friends,” you reiterated. “Ya know, pals? Good buddies? Or was I wrong?”

You had come here under the best of intentions, to clear the air of whatever the hell was going on, but his sudden hostility towards you changed all that without a second thought. Johnny wanted to continue with this bullshit then you were going to match that energy; you weren’t one to be fucked with. Even still, you needed to get down to the bottom of just how much he knew and fast.

What he said then took you by surprise. “What? Ah thought ye got wet by men in higher ranks,” the statement slipped angrily from his lips.

“Excuse me.”

Finally he looked back up into your face. “Did ye think ah wouldn’t fin’ oot about what it is ye’re up tae, hmm?” he questioned. “Aboot ye ‘n’ Ghost getting far tae familiar. Oh, thought yer wee secret was safe did ye?”

You stared back at him, furious. How the hell had he found out about that? Had he been following you when you didn’t realize it? You swore you’d been more than careful at keeping all that on the downlow. “I knew you were sweet on me, but fuck Johnny, you stalking me now?”

He shook his head. “Maybe ye should learn how tae fuck more quietly, lass,” he scoffed. “Ye’re lucky the whole base didnae hear ye taking th’ Lieutenant like a fuckin’ whore the other night, though now that ah think aboot it maybe they should. Maybe Price would like tae hear aboot this gross miss use o’ rank manipulation by one o’ his favorites.”

Oh, so this is what it was all about…that bit alone made it blatant; it was him that had been trying to sabotage you getting dicked good by the big man on base and it was all because he was jealous. His snide, underhanded comment made that crystal clear. You should have seen this coming a mile away, what with how he was practically in your pants at the bar that night, but being blinded by an overabundance of top quality dick can make anyone blind. Still, you never thought he would go as far as to threaten you; honestly you didn’t think he had it in him and it caught you slightly off-guard.

“Why don’t you just shut up and admit it,” you shot back with white hot aggression at his weak attempt at blackmail. “Admit that the only reason you’re standing here right now acting like this is because you didn’t get to tap it first. You had your chance the other night, do you know that? Shit, you had even more chances than that if we’re both being honest, it’s not my fault you didn’t jump on any of them. You snooze you loose, bitch, and now it’s the Lieutenant that gets all this to himself.”

Johnny had never been jealous of the masked man before the other night, but hearing that he had squandered his chances to have you only made his blood boil in his veins. All the time you had both spent together, all the flirting, was it all for nothing because he wasn’t headstrong enough to be his usual cocky self and go after what he wanted?

And then the bar, he hated to think it, but was that all a part of some big game? He had had his suspicions the way Simon had stormed out of there that night and you following not long after, but so entranced by your company he was that he let it slide. Now that he really thought it through it was something he had to push out of his mind because he knew he might not like the answer if he thought about it for much longer.

Cheeks burning and mouth dry, his emotions got the better of him and Johnny couldn’t stop the shit spewing forth from his mouth as he rose to stand on his feet. “Ye think ye’ve won th’ lottery, dinnae lass? Sure, L.T. might be able tae give yer body what it needs, I dinnae know what kind o’ game he’s got, but what aboot when he’s finished? Ye think he’s really th’ best option tae keep aroond?” he questioned, as he moved out from around his desk, closing the distance between you both with a few steps. “A’ve been soft aroond ye because of my feelin’s, but if ye wanted someone tae treat ye like a slag in th’ bedroom all ye had to do was say so. But what aboot after that though? How aboot also bein’ treated like a princess in public, cause if that’s th’ case yer lookin th’ wrong direction Bonnie. L.T. dinnae seem the type for that sort o’ thing.”

“And what if I like being treated as only a toy and nothing more, hmm?” you pressed him. “Maybe I don’t want to be your princess; maybe I like being a whore?”

Damn, he knew you were rough around the edges, a strong broad who knew exactly what she wanted, but something about a girl who wasn’t about to let a man make her feel weak in any sense of the word only made him want you more. Tough women who posed a challenge to win over made the Scotsman weak in the knees.

“An what aboot when he gets tired of ye, hmm? Ye know he will. Ye gonna come crawlin back tae me then?”

You smirked; god, he was trying his hardest to slide his way between you and Simon. Could you really blame him? No, but that didn’t make his disrespect any less. “Is this your angle? Talk shit and think it’s gonna change my mind, like I don’t know what the hell I’m getting myself into. Cause that’s pathetic.”

The corner of his lip upturned. “Na, pathetic is th’ way I’d have ye begging me fur more before Ah’m done, baby girl.”

Well damn, that wasn’t half bad, you thought with a chuckle. Eyes locked to his, you gave him a impressed nod. “I almost believed you, good job,” you praised his performance mockingly. “But I’m not some little girl that you can just throw on the charm and seduce; you think you know the type of woman I am, but you’ve only hit the tip of the iceberg baby. You gonna talk a big game, big man, you gonna have to live up to it.”

“Who says ah cannae?” he pushed back. “Maybe ye dinnae know me as well as ye think ye do either. Maybe ye’re afraid tae admit how much you want me.”

As if you had so easily forgotten how he used to act before his little heart had grown attached to you; like you hadn’t been there times before where he had picked up a girl from the bar, using not only the charm of his quick wit, but his slick attitude to win her over. Perhaps he had forgotten that you had not always been the object of his desire, but that was besides the point.

Johnny was trying to cross a dangerous line with you and that would not stand, not one fucking bit. Offended wasn’t the words because let’s be honest, being lusted after was anything but euphoric. However, if he thought he could come between you and Simon he had another thing coming; no matter what he did, there was no way you would not be immediately running back to the ghost-masked man of your desire. That didn’t stop you from playing the game though.

“I’m genuinely curious now since you want to talk your bullshit,” you said. “I know you have a cocky streak in you a mile wide so come on, let’s see it; show me what you got if you have the balls for it. Cash in on the checks that that mouth of yours is making. But, you know if ‘he’ finds out what you’re doing its not gonna end well for you.”

You thought calling his bluff would make him back down, but your challenge had the opposite effect now. The short distance that still existed between you both was now reduced to nothing and you could feel a muscular arm sneaking its way around your hip towards your back before he sharply snapped it back into himself with you in its grasp, pressing your body fully up against him. “Ah’m not scared o’ th’ likes o’ him.”

“You should be,” you smirked. “You think he likes to share? If you’re not careful you are gonna be in a lot of pain.”

That hand at your waist slithered its way down to your ass, where he palmed it and gave it a tight squeeze over your pants as he made your hips grind against him. “A’m done talkin aboot him ‘n’ what he wants,” Johnny said. “How aboot we talk aboot if ye want me tae stop.”

Fuck, the air suddenly felt thick with forbidden lust and though you would never belong to anyone other than Simon, it was hard not respond to Johnny’s overwhelming intensity for you in that moment. His other hand not currently gripping your ass found its way to the back of your head and he laced his fingers through the strands of your hair where he held them locked down before pulling to make your head jerk back and expose your neck.

Leaning in, his breath wafted over the tender flesh down towards your collar bone. Nostrils caught the sweet scent of your perfume mixed with your natural musk and it made his head spin. “Ye think ye know whit a’m capable o’, Bonnie, but ye have no idea. Why dinnae show ye just a taste o’ it? Think ye can handle it?”

You stayed silent as he brought his head in closer towards your own, his lips inching in towards your mouth steadily. Confident and headstrong looked good on him; he should have started with that from the beginning and maybe you both would have moved past friends sooner, but now that you knew what true domination felt like, he could never hope to live up to that. As good as you felt in his arms, there was no forgetting the man who was consistently making you come.

“Please, can I handle it?” you mocked. “I’d have you whimpering on your fucking knees in an instant if I wanted to.”

“We’ll see aboot that, lass,” he said as his lips were almost upon yours, his growing hard-on pressing into the bulk of your thigh. Desperate boy, you thought. The warm, sticky heat moistening the air around your mouths from your mixed breaths, his grip on the back of your head tightening as he agonizingly rendered the distance between you to near zero, made your pulse quicken in response under his touch. Just before that first connection…his lips nearly there…you could almost taste him…a voice boomed into the room from the door making you both jump.

“Mactavish!” a gruff voice bellowed out from right at the doorway, making the Scot’s head turn with a snap towards its source. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’? You off your goddamn rocker?”

There he was in all his glory, the owner of your cunt, standing there menacingly as he took up the entirety of the exit with his size; his eyes flared with an overwhelmingly intense hatred for the man currently putting his hands all over what belonged to only him.

Leaning in towards his ear as Johnny kept his sight on a pissed off and fuming Simon, you chuckled low and seductive. “Uh oh, someone’s in trouble,” you said in sing song fashion. “Told ya.”

Stalking inside with a huff as his pulse raced through his veins to make his body shake, Simon slammed the door to the office shut behind him and locked it, securing all three of you inside until he decided when and if he would release you. That strong jaw shifted back and forth under his mask as he ground his teeth together to stop the rage that would surely make him end up in military police custody for homicide from consuming him, though if Johnny didn’t let you go soon those twitching muscles in his forearm from his clenched fist would soon be connecting with whatever he could get his hands on.

“This doesn’t concern ye L.T.,” Johnny spat, still clinging to you tightly, “I sugges’ ye leave.”

“Fuck no, this directly involves me,” Simon hissed, cracking his knuckles that were itching to bash his skull in. The vitriol in his voice had enough of an acidic bite in it that it could have burned a hole through the fucking floor. “You currently have your filthy mitts all over something that doesn’ belong to ya. I sugges’ if you want to keep those hands attached to your goddamn arms you will get them off ‘er, now.”

“Ah think she can decide fur hers-,” Johnny tried to hold his ground, but that was not about to last. There was no chance in hell he could out intimidate the master of intimidation.

Simon cut him off abruptly before he could continue with this blatant disrespect by getting directly into his face, planting his boots firmly into the ground in case he needed to take more drastic action to get the bastard to release you back to him. The hate-filled glare that bore into Johnny’s eyes made a sneaky shiver run up his spine. “Do you think this is a fucking game, mate?” Simon threatened low and menacing, his accent getting more heavy with his growing anger. “I am not fuckin’ playin ‘round here. Get your filthy fuckin’ hands off of what isn’t yours. Now.”

The rage brewing within Simon’s words were not meant to be taken lightly and as he wasn’t about to move until you were free, there was nothing more he could do. Looking back towards you once again, Johnny bit his lip hard to stop himself from popping off without thinking things through and ripped his hand out from around the small of your back and off your hip.

“Come ‘ere,” Simon snapped his fingers at you and you shot Johnny one last look of ‘I did try to warn you’ as you crossed in front of him towards your lover.

Christ, that was too close for comfort and Simon needed to re-stake his claim right then and fucking there before he lost his goddamn mind; you were his. His. And Johnny was going to have to understand that right this fucking minute. Keeping this whole thing a secret only worked when no one was trying to worm their way between you both, now that Simon had seen with his own two eyes how his treasure had almost been stolen by someone he called friend he couldn’t see straight; he had to rectify this now and there was only one way.

He had to make his claim known without a shadow of a doubt to the one trying to undermine it.

Once you were within range, Simon grabbed you and spun you around quick; flinging your back at the wall before he pinned you against it. The full weight of his body pressed you into to surface as if he were trying to fuse you into it. In the same breath, his customary mask was wrenched above his mouth and he wasted not even a second before he took your lips heated and greedily with force.

Johnny had not kissed you, Simon’s sudden intrusion had made quite sure of that, but the bastard’s lips were near enough that that hulking beast of a man had to remove even the specter of their touch by taking them with a dizzying intensity that left you clenching your thighs. Goddamn was he grateful that a sudden knot in his stomach had told him to come find you; if he would have waited and Johnny had gotten to you he would have lost his fucking mind.

“Fine,” Johnny growled angrily at this garish pissing contest that he was being forced to witness as you both had him blocked in; screw this small ass office. “Ye’ve proven yer fucking point. Ah got th’ message. Now, how aboot ye get th’ fuck oot.”

Simon ignored everything around him except for you, his lips too busy performing that intricate dance of back and forth, connecting and reconnecting over and over with your full lips again and again until your mouth burned with the friction. Hands roaming your body, following curves that he knew by touch alone, periodically smashing up against you, a whimper escaped from you and Simon readily drank it down. You closed your eyes as you let him fill you with his possessiveness; this is why you could never ever belong to another.

“Did ye hear me?” Johnny piped up once more, done watching someone else make you come apart at the seams. He wanted you both out, now. “Ah said ah got it; Ah’ll leave her alone. Ye can fuckin go.”

One more hard, lingering kiss was left across your mouth before Simon broke the connection and paused a moment to admire his handiwork. Your lips, bright red and swollen from his assault, your cheeks blossoming with color, with the lust-drunk look plastered on your face, all made up the perfect picture. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Does he know?” Simon posed the question under his breath.

You nodded as you held Simon’s gaze. “Pretty much all of it,” you confirmed that there was no sense in hiding anything anymore as Johnny was aware of your involvement with each other.

“You want me to go, really? For what? So that you can try this shit again ‘nother time?” Simon challenged while keeping his eyes solely on you. “Sure, you’ll cool down for a bit, but let’s be honest mate; take a look at her, you aren’t gonna stay ‘way for long. No, no one’s going anywhere. Ya haven’t learned well enough yet, but that’s gonna be rectified right here and fuckin’ now.”

Giving your lower lip one last quick nip, he released you from his grip and turned to face his Judas. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, Johnny’s posture shifted as he stared back, waiting to see what Simon would do. His palms grew sweaty as Simon moved back towards him, pointing a thick finger hotly towards the chair stationed behind Johnny’s desk.

The idea came to him in a split second as rationality had fled when the anger had settled in, a nugget of a thought that was born that first night you and Simon had rekindled your passion for fucking each other’s brains out, and now it returned to the forefront of his thoughts. The way you nearly vibrated with excitement on top of him that night when he brought it up, he knew you would be more than game for it if he suggested it now; of course his perfect little whore would want nothing more than to please him.

“That type of disrespect isn’t gonna fuckin’ fly with me,” Simon hissed. “You knew she was not up for the takin’ and yet you still tried. Now you are gonna pay; you’re gonna sit there and watch as I fuck her right on your desk. You’re gonna listen as she screams my name and see first hand just why she is mine and mine alone.”

This was ridiculous; as if Johnny were just going to stay here and take this shit. “Ye cannae do this,” Johnny said in protest, but it was in vain as Simon was not going to give up; the beast had been provoked.

“Oh yes I can; you brought this on your goddamn self by putting your nose where it didn’t belong. Now, sit - the fuck - down before I make you,” Simon demanded and begrudgingly Johnny followed orders. The skull masked giant was scary intimidating when he wanted to be and with the several inches in height he had on the pretty boy in this enclosed space, it was enough to make him submit.

Johnny subdued, Simon refocused back on you. That rough palm cupped your cheek, making you look up at him and only him. With a heavy touch he drug the thick pad of his thumb over your lower lip as he stared at their fullness with hunger in his gaze.

“How about it, hmm?” he asked. “Why don’t we give Johnny boy here a show he won’t fuckin’ easily forget; it’ll be just like you wanted. Don’t you want him to see how good you take me? He thinks he knows what you need, how about we show him how bloody wrong he really is.”

The idea of performing in front of Johnny was enough to make your head buzz with the sudden intensity of your arousal. You would have allowed the entire base to watch you get plowed by Simon, getting absolutely destroyed by his massive cock, if he asked it of you, but Johnny would do just fine.

“Fuck yes,” you agreed without hesitation. Your lover had been disrespected after all and you knew with the way Simon was fuming that the rage-fueled sex would be oh so good right now.

“Good girl,” Simon praised in the gravely tone that fit his accent to perfection. “That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

Your lips already raw and still parted as you waited for his mouth to come back to yours, eyes hooded with lust, you did not even protest as those large hands moved down the front of your torso and took hold of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head to leave you standing in your bra.

“She’s really giving you a treat, Mactavish. You think everyone gets this view?” Simon spat back behind him as he moved you both right before the desk with you in front of him, your back pressed against his chest. He may be the only one who could touch you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want others to watch as he did it. No, he wanted to parade you around just to show off what others couldn’t have.

Those muscular arms crossed themselves across your torso, pushing your tits together to give them more lift as they sat still inside your bra while his mouth found the crook of your neck where he laid the first of a few quick nips. “Neva seen such a glorious sight, have you Johnny?” he groaned, looking down into the peaks of your breasts that had popped up over the top of your lingerie. “Let’s make it even fuckin’ better.”

With one hand he drew the clasp in the middle of your back together, pinching the sturdy fabric until the tiny hooks unclasped themselves and your bra hung loose at the front of your chest. Coming back around, his hand grabbed at the middle of the bra and wrench it forward and off your shoulder to leave your breasts fully exposed. “Don’t need this, I’ve got something for those juicy tits.”

Those two oversized hands of his cupped the fullness of your breasts within their grasps, cradling them against the palms as they spilled a little through his grip. Taking your pink rosebuds between his thumbs and the side of his pointer fingers he rolled the tiny beads around until they stuck out prominently in between his digits.

“You like that you little slag? Fuck, you have enough tits to go around, luv,” Simon said pointedly against the side of your head as he continued to work at your nipples, waiting until he got the whimper he was looking for before addressing Johnny again in mockery. “Doesn’t that just eat you up inside Johnny boy? That I get all of this to my fuckin’ self?”

A hand slipped down the front of your pants and inside the waistband, traveling across the warm, soft skin of your abdomen until it hit the crotch of your pants so that he could cup that rough palm against your sex. A moan escaped your lips as he scooped up against it and applied a good bit of pressure. “Oh,” he hissed delightedly as a dampness instantly hit his hand, “she’s already drippin’ for me, aren’t you, luv? Mmm, I think she’s enjoin’ bein’ the center of attention. Too bad you can’t get a feel of these silky petals old boy; they’re so warm and wet and soft it should be a goddamn crime. Fuckin’ hell, they’d make Satan himself repent ina fuckin heartbeat.”

You could feel Simon’s girth throbbing against your tailbone as he massaged up against your swollen clit, his other hand still cupped around your breast. He was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, audience be damned. His cock was so hard it was about to rip a hole in the crotch of his pants as he put all his energy into you, feeling it throbbing with each beat of his pulse as his heart worked extra since all the blood had rushed to that girthy appendage.

Head heavily falling back against his shoulder, you let yourself go completely to him while your hips began to move with him as you thrust against his palm to create even more friction. The thrill of having Johnny sitting there, eyes glued to you as if he were unable to pull his sight from your form only made your skin tingle with excitement and heightened your arousal. It was true, you loved being the center of attention and to have Simon so possessive over you was the icing on this sinful cake.

“These have got to go, baby,” Simon’s voice at your ear growled, his hand leaving your cunt for the moment as he tugged at the waistband of your pants. Nimbling he undid the button and pulled down the zipper agonizingly slow and you swore you could hear the second that Johnny had stopped breathing.

Simon’s heavy panting was at your ear as the rest of the entire room stood silently still. If it were up to him in that moment he would have just thrown you over the desk and entered you without another second being spent, but his anger had not left him completely yet and he really wanted his brother in arms to be destroyed.

“Slide them off, easy now; make Johnny squirm with the anticipation of it,” he ordered before he leaned in so that only you would hear the next bit. “Make him pay for tryin’ to take you from me; ruin him.”

Lifting your head back up off Simon’s shoulder you brought your gaze directly to Johnny’s face, holding his sight locked in your own. Your mouth still agape with your short, rapid exhalations you made a show of slipping your fingers into the now opened waistband at the hips. Pushing them just a little, they moved down an inch as you jutted your hip out seductively. Then you paused as Simon latched those lips to your neck.

“Do you want to see me Johnny?” you asked in a breathy whisper. “Cause I really, really want you to see me. All of me.”

Johnny could have easily looked away from the sight before him, no one was forcing him to watch, but try as he might to pull his hungry gaze away he couldn’t. Simon was right, fuck you were gorgeous being absolutely manhandled like that even though it wasn’t him that was doing it. Still, the way your body looked as it flushed pink with the heat of your pleasure made it hard not to enjoy the show. If the tightness now giving the front of his pants a good tenting was any indication, he was going to be in pure agony for weeks on end.

His silent, wide-eyed stare spoke volumes and again you lowered the waistband just a bit more, right at the base of your pubic bone. The little patch of neatly trimmed hair at the top of your pussy had just started to peak through the zipper as you paused for the second time.

Sucking the silky smooth flesh of your neck, Simon hummed into you. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised how well you were following his direction. “Steady on.”

Heavy thumps from his pulsating heart could be felt in his ears as Johnny watched on with baited breath while you finally slipped the cloth concealing your cunt off your hips and down over the curve of your ass, not stopping until you had pulled them completely off your legs and they lay resting on the ground. Standing back up to your full height you gazed back up at your audience with innocent doe eyes as you bit your lip playfully.

“What do ya think?” Simon posed the question to Soap who was now foaming at the mouth. “Can you think of anything more beautiful than this? And it’s all fuckin’ mine.”

God, the ecstasy of being paraded around like Simon’s favorite toy was out of this world and you couldn’t help but revel in the euphoria of it all. As much as you knew Simon wanted Johnny to pay for what he did, you knew that the only reason he agreed to such a punishment in the first place was because he desperately wanted someone, anyone, to know that he had you under his thumb.

And something about how incredibly, indescribably, ridiculously hot that thought was made you absolutely feral.

You ran your hands around your neck and down around your breasts, giving them a squeeze before continuing down the line of your body. You glided over your hips while giving them a twist before stopping just shy of your cunt as Johnny’s chest heaved heavily up and down.

“Fuck,” he said barely above a whisper as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and you smiled.

Simon moved back against you, his forehead resting against the side of your head as he pawed at his cock within his pants, trying to adjust the painfully tender organ to sit more comfortably to no avail; he was too worked up now and only one thing would fix it. Still, lips resting at your ear, Simon gave another command. “Touch yourself.”

That was an order you would not hesitate to follow.

Extending your middle and ring fingers, you slipped your hand fully down between your thighs and split yourself open slowly; fuck, you were just as tender as he was, your throbbing clit could barely take anymore without some form of release. Easing your fingers inside, you found that precious bean and began to stroke concise circles over the top of it.

“Mmmm…” you moaned into your closed mouth as a shiver ran through you.

Pressed up against you, Simon could feel the shake in your arm as you worked yourself, the muscle of your bicep vibrated on his torso and rubbed against his abdominals. He focused everything on the little mewls and groans you let flow out of you like music as you drew out your own ecstasy stroke by even stroke. If your loyalty to him was ever in question, it was resolved now as you followed his orders completely without hesitation.

You were the farthest thing from God as something could get, but the damnation was more than worth it just to covet you all to himself. If Simon ever felt the need to worship, it was your body that would be his religion now.

His hand cupped your cheek to hold your head against him. “What’re you thinkin’ about?” Simon groaned, eyes still closed. “Are you thinkin’ of me as your fingers do all the fuckin’ work?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Say it, out loud.”

You swallowed hard. “I’m thinking of that fat fucking cock of yours plunging deep inside me. Goddammit Simon, please, I need you baby.”

Yes, oh fucking God yes. “Look at Johnny, say it again.”

Eyes heavy lidded found the Sargent’s face. With voice clear, you spoke your truth, unashamed. “God I need to feel Simon’s cock stretching me out, filling me full, making me vibrate. Christ, I need him to fuck me stupid.”

A pathetic whimper sounded behind closed lips as your stroke hit a bit of extra sensitivity. The vision of him finally bending you over the desk to enter you was all you could imagine now and it made you writhe with anticipation.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Simon grunted, his phallus bruising your leg as he ground the hard tip into your thigh. “I’m gonna fucking fill you so full to the goddamn brim with me, I’ll have your legs shakin’. You want that, to be stuffed full? Maybe I’ll really stuff you, give you everything.”

His brain was misfiring, his heartbeat pounding, his pupils dilating as each agonizing second passed until he could not hold back a thought that came forward towards the surface of his mind. The ultimate show of possession, the peak of ownership, the true slap in the face of the one watching you both right now. And he let out that thought that was snaking its way through him like electricity.

“How about we make Johnny watch as I fuckin’ breed you?” he growled, low and primal, putting his whole chest into it.

Simon almost had to grab you to stop you from falling as your knees nearly buckled out from under you at his salacious statement. That came out of nowhere to take you completely by surprise, but Jesus Christ what a visual that you were instantly obsessed with now. Was he trying to stop your heart because if he was going to say shit like that he better have a defibrillator on standby.

“Yes, fucking yes,” you whined as you fingers began to move faster and faster against your clit. “Do it baby, fucking breed me. Fill me nice and deep. Make this pussy yours.”

It was so wet between your legs the sound of your fingers stroke through your slick was now audible and Johnny was trying his hardest not to pass out. What he wouldn’t have given to have the balls to get up, throw Simon out, and have his fucking fill of you; that was a dream, but shit was he burning to slide his cock into that slopping mess gathering between your thighs.

“Please, Simon,” you cried out, “take me now. Please, I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I need to feel you.”

Simon’s member was so tender with a deep ache that it was almost painful. Enough was enough, screw Johnny and this bullshit display, this wasn’t waiting another second; if he wasn’t inside of you in the next beat it felt like he would burn to death.

A strong hand gripped your wrist and ripped your hand from out between your thighs before it moved to your hip and was joined by the other on the opposite one. You were being shoved forward, pushed from behind as Simon blocked your hips up against the edge of the desk. You were already bending over it when his forearm pressed into your shoulder blades to guide you down before his fingers were running the length of your spine to your ass.

The other hand quickly pulled down the zipper on the front of his pants and finally he was able to release himself, his pants hanging loosely about his lower hips. His cock was so swollen and feverish to the touch, the moment it hit the cooler air outside his clothing he winced. The two prominent veins along the length throbbed and pulsed with his raging heartbeat and the engorged tip shimmered with a bit of precum that had leaked out.

No time was wasted as he used his booted foot to spread your legs open wider, shifting his hips in against your ass as he slid the tip of his phallus between your damp petals. Slipping it back and forth as few times, he coated himself in your juices; he was about to go all in and he would take as much lubrication as he could so that nothing would be snagging.

Once satisfied he again grabbed your hips and aligned himself, thrusting hard towards your entrance, inserting himself fully into you. You took him all in perfectly, your body swallowing every last delectable inch as if it was designed to hold all of that girth.

“Oh god baby, you’re just suckin’ me right in, you greedy bitch,” he hissed, those fingertips bruising your skin as he held on for dear life. “Christ, take it all, slut.”

He had to pause to collect himself, otherwise this would be over before it had begun. It should be a goddamn felony for you to feel this good, as if it were that first time all over again. You had to have a bit of witch in you to keep him under your spell like this.

Breathing through the waves of ecstasy threatening to undo him, he regained his composure and began pounding into you with strong, robust thrusts, pulling almost completely out of you before slamming back into your core down to the base of his cock. Your body rocked against his intense thrusts, breasts bouncing across the desk as your face was pressed even further into the surface; you could only moan as the euphoria coursing through you at his movements was intoxicating.

A strong grip around your neck from behind picked up your head and pointed it forward right back at Johnny’s face from off the tabletop. Mouth open and jaw slack as you breathed through each delicious thrust from Simon’s cock, you locked eyes with the mohawked Sargent and held his gaze.

“There we go, you keep those eyes on ol’ Johnny boy there, pretty girl” Simon growled. “I want him to see the look in them as you take every last goddamn inch of me.”

The warmth radiating from his body made your skin tingle as your back began to glisten with perspiration; his fingertips left trails of fire everywhere he touched and you were more than willing to burn for him. He kept the pace even, making each thrust count as he hit that tiny bundle of nerve endings inside of you.

You could feel your pulse match his in perfect unison, your heartbeats determining the pace he pounded that cunt of yours. The harder his hips pumped into you, the more the sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the silence of the room. What beautiful fucking music your screwing made. The force shook through your trembling body, but the precision was spot on in hitting that perfect spot time and time again until you were so inebriated on the exhilaration of the over stimulation.

Gagging on his own moan, Simon looked down to watch himself thrust in and out of you. Too much, it was all too damn much; you took him so goddamn well, the way your juicy cunt pulled his cock in. No one had ever made him this pussy-drunk, not in recent memory and as you bucked against his pelvis, that intoxication only grew.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you buck any harder and I’m going to blow my load right fuckin’ now,” he grunted between thrusts. “You want that? For me to fill that pussy full? Why don’t you tell Johnny what you want.”

You licked your parched lips as you struggled to regain your ability to speak. “I need him to fill me Johnny,” you said, your eyes pleading with the man directly in your vision staring, unblinking. Your eyes begin to water, its too good, its too much. He’s hitting deep, as deep as the angle can get while his testicles bounce of your pussy to add that extra bit of stimulation. On your tiptoes, you are backing it up until your ass is flush with him, mouth hanging open as you pant like a bitch in heat, saliva threatening to drip from your lips. “Please, I can’t take much more.”

Johnny’s hand began pawing at himself unconsciously through his pants, trying to calm the storm. It feels like you are asking him a question, but his brain was so hazy he couldn’t form solid thoughts. That desperate look in your eye, the begging swimming in their depths, he could feel the breadth of your desire for the man behind you.

“Please…”

Simon turned his attention to Johnny for the first time since before he entered you and smirked. “So needy isn’t she?” he asked. “Always making me work for it. She’s almost fuckin’ there, though, but this part is just for me.”

Quickly he pulled his cock out of you amidst your whimpers at suddenly feeling empty and spun you around, picking you up so that your ass made contact with the surface of the desk where you sat. There was no need to worry, he was back in between those legs in the blink of an eye and as you wrapped your thighs around his hips, he thrust back inside that tight, sopping wet cave.

His body shuddered harshly from the feeling of your silky walls being wrapped around him again. “Goddamn, sweetheart,” he grunted, his eyes meeting yours. You were a mess, a beautiful disaster, and his breath hitched as he admired your flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, swollen, cracked lips; all his doing.

Those primal instincts within his marrow took over and all he knew, all he cared about was the feeling of your walls constricting around him and how that pleasure takes all his cares away. His lips crashed upon yours furiously, completely muting your whines as his movements become more ferocious.

“You are mine,” Simon said repeatedly in hushed groans against your lips as if trying to pour the sentiment down your throat. “Mine.”

His, you thought. Only his.

Harder and harder his abdominal muscles clenched and retracted as he put everything into the force of his thrusts. Your tits bounced up and down in front of his face, jiggling with each hit as you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck to hang on as he rocked your body.

“Say it, I want to hear it,” he demanded suddenly; as much as he was struggling to hold it off, it wasn’t working, and he was about to come.

“I’m yours, Simon,” you mewled, your grip on his spine tightening.

Fuck, he would never get tired of hearing that. “Again.”

You swallowed the saliva gathering in the front of your mouth to coat your parched throat. “I’m yours, Simon, only yours,” you said louder this time.

“Again.”

“Simon, this pussy is yours, only yours, forever yours. …Fuck.”

With that last syllable he was gone; his cock pulsed violently inside you, his body writhing harshly while he drained himself dry, coating your walls with his fluids as he continued to pump inside of you. There was no way he was going to give up until you had come too. A few more strong thrusts in and out with steady rhythm and that was all it took, you were crying out as well, throwing your head back as you shook with the intensity of it all. That grip on your hips turned painful as Simon dug his fingertips into your flesh to keep you both steady while you rode out your orgasms until there was nothing left to give and once he finally released you, you toppled backward onto the desk exhausted.

Pulling out of you nice and slow, everything was far to tender to move quick anymore, he gazed down at his masterpiece. Your entrance dripped droplets of his seed as it spilled out of you and something about it made him shiver with excitement. You looked absolutely divine stuffed with his cum.

As he looked back up towards your face, he was met with your sleepy, ecstasy-filled smile and his heart leapt in his chest. Goddamn, this was a fucking dream. He leaned over your exhausted body and pulled your head up, mashing his face into yours as he captured your lips and held them locked until he could feel your heartbeat slow to a more respectable rhythm.

Releasing you and resting his forehead on yours, he holstered his cock back inside his pants. “Get dressed and head back to my quarters, I’ll be there in a bit. I got something to finish up here first.”

You nodded into his head and he helped you to get up off the desk and grab your clothing, holding your tired, shaking body steady while you put everything back on. “You did so good for me, luv,” he whispered his praise before walking you to the door to unlock it and let you out, re-locking it behind you.

Johnny was already on his feet by the time Simon turned around. Crossing the room in just a few large steps, he was on him. Simon’s large hand wrapped itself around his throat as his face inched in closer in intimidating fashion.

“You ever try to touch ‘er again, anything more than just a friendly little handshake, and I will make it my mission to ruin your fuckin’ life. Understand me, Sargent?”

A nod of his head. “Yes,” Johnny said quietly as he struggled against his grip.

That wasn’t good enough. “I didn’t fuckin’ hear you,” Simon snapped.

“Yes, sir,” he said more firm this time.

“And if words get back to me that you went to Price about this, well, let’s just say that certain actions have consequences. Is that also fuckin’ clear?” Those rich chocolate eye bore down into Johnny’s soul with the seriousness of his words; this would be the one and only warning he got.

The sour look on Johnny’s face let him know he had gotten the message. “Crytsal, sir,” he confirmed.

“Good,” Simon snapped, releasing the grasp on his neck just as quickly as he had taken it.

Moving back, he straightened himself up to make sure nothing would look out of place to anyone he would pass on the way back to his room before speaking again. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Sargent. I know I will.”

And with that Johnny was left alone as Simon threw open the door and stalked back out of his office as if nothing of note had taken place here. There was no telling right then and there what would happen next, as Soap's head was still reeling, but one thing was for certain: things were about to get interesting.

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great! i was thinking that maybe you could write something where the reader has a hard time with intimacy, maybe because of previous experiences of violence in that regard? like maybe she has strayed off of it for some time. idk, in all his toughness + protectiveness i feel that joel would be very understanding and guiding. i’d really enjoy reading about it!! totally understand if you’d prefer not to write it, though!! sending love

tysm for the request! soft Joel ahead, implied established relationship.

Joel noticed it the second you tensed.

Flinching might be second nature in the human body after years of alert, but muscles become hard as a rock came from a different place. The first times it happened, he removes his hand the same second they landed on your skin as if a fire burned them away. Now, knowing of your past and remembering you had just asked him, "come closer", Joel only waited for your next instruction.

Wind howled loudly outside, spreading the sharp cold and reminding him of why he was so worried about you.

After a couple of heartbeats, he feels it. Relaxing. Unwinding.

It takes a few seconds, but your body molds inside his embrace. Joel gives you a moment, then finishes pulling you closer to his chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks.

He feels the nod of your heart. Joel's eyes close at the proximity he'd been craving for so long.

You're in his arms, nuzzling your chest and head until it fits properly under his chin, your legs scooting closer to his until Joel feels the warmth of your whole body pressed against his.

He surprised himself — Joel imagined having you in his arms would awaken the dark and twisted parts of his brain. The ones that screamed whenever you smiled up at him. The ones that whispered filthy things and all the ways he could ruin you, soak his fingers and face with your ecstasy and then swim in all your afterglow.

Instead, Joel cuddles back.

He nuzzles his nose into your hair, amazed by how much it smells okay. Most things smell either like dust or bad now, but not you.

Joel feels your sigh.

He's unable to wrap his arms tighter around you, but every part of him screams that's exactly what he should do.

Protect you. Guide you. Keep you safe and sound. Tucked into him.

"This isn't uncomfortable for you?" Your voice sounds smaller than usual.

Joel shakes his head. Places a kiss on top of your head. "'s the most comfortable I've been in a long time."

"Bullshit," you giggle.

That's the sound he enjoys. Joel pokes you with a finger. "I ain't never lied to you."

"Good. 'Cause you know my lie detector's as good as Ellie's."

"Two walking hounds, I swear," he huffs.

There are a few more moments of silence, and Joel wonders if you're trying to sleep.

This is the most comfortable he's been in a while. Only his flannel shirt and pants, the sleeping cot and your body on his.

He's almost out when you speak up again. "Joel?"

"Yeah, baby?"

Your lips breathe out hot air close to his neck. "Thank you."

He's confused. Had he done something and forgot about it? He'd move his head to get a better look at you if he wasn't so fitted. "What for?"

A shrug. The huff of breath raises goosebumps on his skin, but nothing comes close to the electricity jolting through him when he feels your lips on his skin. "For being you."

He's on fire. There's heat on his cheeks, his chest, all over. "That ain't a reason to be thankful."

"It is to me." So certain. Defensive, and it's over him. Joel's a little dizzy.

"Well, then thank you. For bein' you."

He feels your arms squeezing around his waist and the tiny pleased exhale makes Joel feel an odd desire to cry — his throat locks, and instead of saying something witty or stealing one of Ellie's puns, all he does is kiss your temples since that's within his reach.

"Sleep, baby."

Within seconds, you two. Joel stays up with his fingers running through your hair, imagining a day where no touch will make you flinch. He'd be there to witness it. He'd make it happen.

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koorminii · 2 years

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relax with me | hwang hyunjin

It’s your turn to make noises now, it seems, because Hyunjin drags a moan out of you so loud that you’re worried the neighbours have heard. Your cheeks are red for a whole new reason now, and the fact that Hyunjin is yanking at the collar of your dress doesn’t help. You let him, you don’t care, you want to give Hyunjin everything, anything.

❥ pairing: hyunjin x f!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & fluff ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 3.4k ❥ warnings: grinding, kissing (??), clothed sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, first kiss, love confessions, idk they’re basically just grinding on each other outside, this looks so fluffy but it’s honestly quite filthy, this was from a wip that I’m most likely gonna scrap so there’s like no background info and there’s barely plot, i think that’s it… ❥ a/n: my first post on this acc!! please give it a read and I hope you enjoy ^^ it’s filthy in the way that they’re doing anything to get off but also sweet bc u can assume reader is a virgin! it’s very sweet posting this is making me wanna finish it but I doubt it very much

He smiles, takes your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I wanted to see you again,” he says shamelessly, tugging you a little closer when you duck your head, embarrassed.

“So shy,” he mumbles, lifting one of your hands to kiss the back of it.

You are dying, you’re sure of it. This is what death feels like. It feels good. And maybe it shouldn’t, because that’s a bit darker than your general way of thinking, and tastes a lot like self-sabotage, but you don’t stop the pestering thoughts from invading you.

“Can I take you to lunch?” Hyunjin suddenly asks, squeezing both of your hands, eyes hopeful as they bore into your own. You’re a mere human, and can't deny the man before you anything when he’s smiling at you like that— not even the fire on your cheeks, on your chest, in your blood, at this point— so you nod.

“I-I’d love that,” you whisper, and Hyunjin pulls you into a half hug where your head is buried into the crook of his neck in such a way that feels scarily intimate.

You pull the bike helmet out of your bag— you didn’t expect to need to use it until later this afternoon, and even then, you contemplated just running away and taking the bus instead— and pulled it over your head. Just like this morning, Hyunjin’s chest was firm beneath your hands, and you wondered what it would be like to rest your head against the heart that beat in time to the bursting of stars above your head in the night time.

And— and things escalate. You’re not dating, not really, but you go on lots of things that resemble dates. Hyunjin picks you up and drops you home from university almost everyday, and on those same days, will join you for lunch. Sometimes you two go out, other times you go back to the garage and eat in the back room. A handful of times you tried eating in the canteen, but Hyunjin never felt comfortable, and he put an end to that after a mere three sessions.

After nearly three weeks of said dates, some of which even taking place after hours at the garage, with you seated on the armchair or perched on top of the bench while Hyunjin worked on a car, or bike, you felt confident enough around him that staying the night to watch movies and eat pasta didn’t scare you.

Hyunjin had promised to make dinner, but had first said that he prepared a picnic lunch for them to have in the backyard. A picnic lunch— you really were living in a romance film.

Turns out Hyunjin lived behind the garage shop front. The block was larger than you had thought, extending backwards by such a length that there was a front lawn behind the garage that led to a house that, although old, was well looked after with rose bushes and large cherry blossom tree— which was unfortunately out of season, but you were sure it was beautiful in spring— and the front porch even had a rocking chair like some kind of fairy-tale.

The inside was unsurprisingly eclectic, with photos and art from Hyunjin and Jisung’s many travels hanging on the walls, and styled with repurposed or vintage furniture in a mismatched fashion that all seemed to work. In the living room, there was even one of the most exquisite paintings that you had ever seen, and when you had told Hyunjin as such, he was positively beaming, telling you that both he and Jisung had actually made it.

The two of them had been living together since they purchased the plot and old garage, and had been friends for almost as long as you and Felix had been. Their closeness seemed different, though. Whereas Felix and you were so clingy one would think you were touch-starved, Jisung almost seemed like a brother to Hyunjin.

Upon hearing this, Hyunjin sniggered, but there was a light of fondness in his eyes when he explained how much he cared for the younger boy. The kitchen was the oldest room in the house, as it was the only room to not have gone through some form of renovation, but it was quaint and cared for, with a bouquet of irises on the dining table. You looked at the array of photographs pinned to the side of the fridge as Hyunjin fluttered about the kitchen, packing up the picnic basket with food he’d prepared the night before.

Outside, the sun was warm, but not burning hot— it was the cusp of summer, after all. It was just the right temperature to be able to take their coats off without getting cold.

You propped yourself up on your arms. Legs stretched out on the blanket in front of you, and let your head fall back to the sun. Your eyes shut as you sighed, inhaling and smiling at the faint smell of oil in the distance. Beside you, you hear Hyunjin shift where he’s seated, followed by a sigh, and then an unexpected, though not unpleasant weight in your lap. Your eyes fluttered open to see Hyunjin curled up on your lap with his eyes closed and a faint grin.

Like this, he looks gentle— despite the bit of muscles that stretch the fabric of his shirt. You find you can't resist, and with the most delicate touch you can manage, combs your finger through the soft strands of Hyunjin’s hair. You feel the latter relax in your lap as you do, and a faint smile grows on your lips.

With one hand, you sneakily take a few photos with your phone, silently wishing you had your camera. You continue playing with his hair until Hyunjin is almost purring, writhing in your lap, and you have to bite your lip, turn away, and let the redness of your cheeks go down. When you turn back to look at him, Hyunjin’s eyes are already open and watching you. They look a little distant and hazy, as if he were waking from a deep sleep, but no less beautiful than usual.

He stretches, arms above his head, making his shirt rise up around his hips. You divert your eyes, but can't miss the muscle of his hips or the trail of hair leading down below the waistband of his jeans. In another universe, a confident version of you is placing your lips there, pressing open mouthed kisses on the pale skin of Hyunjin’s stomach, tasting it, even, but in this universe, you want the ground to swallow you whole even just thinking of it.

Hyunjin calls your name,, not in greeting or question, but as if just saying it because he could. Because he liked the way it sounded on his tongue. You liked it too, much more than you cared to admit, but you're sure Hyunjin knew that already.

“Baby,” he says, this time pinching your side a little, but not enough to hurt. You smile so he knows you're listening, and it only gets stronger when Hyunjin laughs.

“Mhm, baby, I need to tell you something.”

Your heart, first and foremost, sometimes cannot handle being called baby, Felix and Jisoo, who have done it on the rare occasion you’re either particularly sleepy, homesick, or unwell; never had you been called baby by anyone other than your mother in such an open, non-vulnerable position before. You liked it— loved it, even, if the roaring heat on your cheeks and chest meant anything.

“W-what is it?”

There’s a moment where neither of you are speaking, possibly not even breathing, but just staring at one another. That’s not necessarily uncommon, but the tone between you two now differs from before, because Hyunjin’s face is gradually getting closer and closer to your own, by pushing himself up on one hand. Soon, Hyunjin’s face is directly across and in front of your own; he's no longer laying his head in your lap, and the cool air hits your now exposed thighs with a shiver.

Hyunjin’s eyes flicker downwards, to your mouth, and You feel relatively prepared this time—Hyunjin is always giving you little cheek kisses, and you won’t let it startle you this time around.

Hyunjin is propped up on one hand, and the other comes up to cup the side of your neck. You feel overly sensitive—can feel the calluses of his labour but the softness that surrounds it; can feel the puff of breath he releases against the tip of nose, his lips. Hyunjin tilts his head up the tiniest bit, but there are no lips on your cheek or at the corner of your mouth or on your forehead like those times before.

Instead, there’s a pair pressing against your lips, soft and wet with a taste of vanilla, and maybe it lasts six hours or two seconds or it was all in your head, but when Hyunjin pulls away, he doesn’t go very far, and presses his kisses into the skin of your throat instead.

“Baby,” he says again, rougher this time, like he’s choking on his own tongue.

He doesn’t bite at his neck, but you feel your skin prickle against every kiss placed gently against you. You mustn’t be breathing, because you feel lightheaded, more so than usual than when you’re with Hyunjin, and the elder must notice. He draws back, eyes staring into your own.

“Baby, breathe,” and you do, because you live to please, and it's rugged and rough like you’d just been on a run, but your head clears the tiniest bit—enough for you to realise that the kiss did happen, and it wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

“Was- was that okay?”

For the first time You hear Hyunjin stutter. Confident and brave Hyunjin, stuttering because he thinks he’s upset you, did something you didn’t want. If only he could read your thoughts, understand what you were feeling right now, instead of only being able to see the shock written on your face.

And this must be some kind of role reversal bullshit you’re too stupid to understand, because from somewhere deep within you, or maybe from Hyunjin himself, You grab Hyunjin’s face within both of your hands—softer than Hyunjin’s ever would be, but no gentler—and kisses him with as much energy and emotion and love that you can.

Hyunjin is stiff at first, no doubt shocked at your unbidden confidence, but soon relaxes into; he melts. Hyunjin groans, falling into you, his hands trailing down your arms, around your waist, where they lock together in a secure embrace.

You have no experience kissing beyond the two pecks you’ve ever received in your life—one of which was a mere minute ago—so you do what you think is right, what feels right.

Hyunjin is doing that purring thing especially, and it only gets louder when you turn your head for a better fit. Your own hands disappear from Hyunjin’s face, up around his neck, and drag Hyunjin’s body closer to yours. You’re both seated facing each other, but the closer you drag him, the more entangled you become.

Soon, Hyunjin’s tearing away from you, chest heaving and panting and eyes glassy, but props himself up on his knees so he can hover over you, before caging you between his thighs. You gasp, but it’s swallowed up by Hyunjin’s mouth all over again, and you let your hands slide up the back of the mechanics loose t-shirt. Your skin is warm, and Hyunjin hums into your mouth when he presses you closer, your chests pressing together with each movement. Hyunjin’s tongue is begging at your mouth, and your confidence is starting to run out, but you let him anyway.

You let him, you don’t care, you want to give Hyunjin everything, anything.

You think maybe it’s moving too fast, but you don’t want to stop. You think Hyunjin ends up ripping the buttons of the dress open, too desperate to waste time unbuttoning it, and you’ll probably be annoyed later—but now, you groan again, finding his urgency unfairly attractive. Suddenly, Hyunjin’s lips are pulled away from yours again, and you whine loudly, chasing after him. You succeed, biting at Hyunjin’s bottom lip to get him to open up again, but it doesn’t last long.

You’re pushed back gently, and Hyunjin pecks at your lips repeatedly until you feel your back hit the ground. Then, like every girl’s wet dream, the beautiful man is crawling up your body, till he’s seated, straddling your hips and grabbing your hands to hold by your head.

Hyunjin then proceeds to kiss the shit out of you, till you’re breathless and whimpering, and desperately trying to avoid bucking your hips upwards into him. Eventually, Hyunjin drags his mouth away, replacing it at your neck. You’re gasping against him, and you curl into his touch, whimpering when sharp teeth finally nip at you. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, laying over it. You can feel yourself starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before you’re yanking your hands free from Hyunjin’s hold, and dragging his face back up. You can feel Hyunjin smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but resume kissing him.

One of Hyunjin’s now-free hands cradles your neck, fingers massaging into your shoulders as he licks into you; the other roams down your body, before it grasps at the underside of thigh and yanks it upward, wraps it around his own waist.

You throw your head back when Hyunjin grinds against you, hard and hot where you’re pressed together. You had known yourself to be wetter than ever before in your panties—it was constricting, almost uncomfortable—but you hadn’t expected Hyunjin to be as turned on as you clearly were.

Hyunjin, who had had partners before, and plenty of experience, turned on by just kissing you.

It spurred confidence and pride within yourself, and you continued rolling your hips and forcing them upwards with as much power and rhythm as you could. Hyunjin whimpered with you, forcing the leg further up his side, closer to him, until you were matching each other’s thrusts.

Your kisses died out, gasping into each other’s mouths instead.

One of your hands tangles itself into Hyunjin’s hair, yanking slightly just to see the way Hyunjin bites his bottom lip. Running on your confidence high, you let your other hand trace down Hyunjin’s chest, making the elder shiver, until you slide it over the bulge in Hyunjin’s jeans like you’d seen in those cheesy romance movies before.

The reaction is immediate: Hyunjin groans loudly, grinds against you harder, rougher, and though the denim-on-cloth action really limits how much friction you can create, you don’t want to stop—even to remove the barriers.

You feel like a teenager, but you’re close.

You’re close.

You feel like you’ve been whimpering this entire time, non-stop just crying into Hyunjin’s lips, but Hyunjin isn’t much better. He’s given up trying to kiss you, so instead bites and sucks at your throat and collarbones, leaving as many marks as he can. On one particularly hard roll of his hips, your head falls to the side, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“I—we shouldn’t,” Hyunjin is panting right by your ear, but despite his words, his hips don’t stop.

In fact, Hyunjin shifts a little so he’s back on his knees, and the change in angle means Hyunjin has more power, and then they enter an all different ball game. He grabs your hips roughly, pushing the hem of your dress above your waist.

You can’t speak anymore—feel yourself choking on your own words, on his tongue, letting out nothing coherent, only breathless little squeaks and the occasional moan. You’re sweaty, you can feel a bead of it down your temple, and you can’t really focus on Hyunjin, but you’re sure the elder isn’t much better.

“Fuck,” You hear him say, and that only gets you wetter, if that were even possible and—shit. You were going to come. You were going to come from a bit of teenage grinding.

“Fuck,” you hear again, Hyunjin’s voice cracking and high in pitch, similar to your own, and his hips are starting to lose their rhythm.

“I-I,” you start, stop, your own moan cutting you off. Hyunjin’s face is closer to yours again, hand tightening around your thigh, heat tingling even in your toes.

“Uhh, baby,” he pants, mouth pressing a wet kiss to your forehead, then another to your mouth.

He lingers there for a little, until neither of you can breathe, and you’re gasping at each other again. You suddenly move so you can hook your other leg around Hyunjin’s waist, which the elder immediately catches and drags around himself tighter, and your arms loop around his neck.

You grip tightly into his shirt, the material scrunching up under your hold, but Hyunjin doesn’t relent. His thrusts, though sloppier now than before, were no less powerful—if anything, they got more so, and if you had a clear head, you’d make a mental note to ask him if he had ever dislocated them.

“Hyunjin-Hyunjin,” you beg, almost a squeal, and Hyunjin swears against you again. “I’m—I’m gonna’ come,” you say, and this time, the moan that rips from Hyunjin is animalistic, and he’s pulling back to stare at you in the eyes.

“Shit, fuck—c’mon baby, come for me.”

And you do.

It's immediate, permission granted and you obey. You lock around Hyunjin’s body, hips still working against each other, and your head is thrown back from the force of your orgasm, tightening and then loosening and tightening all over again when Hyunjin’s hips don’t give up.

You’re whining, louder than before, at the sensitivity and the discomfort in your panties, and you feel Hyunjin slowing down.

“No! No, no,” you beg, eyes wide, alarmed, and Hyunjin’s eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, hungry, like a starved man hunting down his prey. “Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop—”

And then Hyunjin is swallowing your words with his mouth and with a groan, hips resuming their hurried dance, until you’re practically screaming beneath him, your pussy that had long since checked out now logging right back on, soaking where it’s still trapped in your ruined underwear. Hyunjin can’t stop swearing against your neck, can’t stop biting it, and you’re sure you’re going to look absolutely mauled later, but you can’t bring yourself to regret it—at least, not right now.

When Hyunjin comes, it’s with a guttural moan, and one last thrust; it’s with a grip on your thighs and his mouth hanging open and eyes squeezed shut as he works through it. It might’ve been the situation in its entirety, or the oversensitivity, or maybe just Hyunjin’s expression alone—but whatever it was, it sent you over the edge a second time, this orgasm far shorter than the first, but no less powerful.

When you slump back against the grass, Hyunjin half falls atop of you, supporting himself on his forearms so he doesn’t drop his entire weight on you. You want to feel every line of him against your body, but you can barely breathe as it is, so later, you’ll demand cuddles.

For now, you let Hyunjin press soft kisses into your mouth, calm and peaceful compared to the ones they shared moments ago, and for the first time in probably forever, you can’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed.

“Baby,” Hyunjin starts, chest still heaving, words made mostly of air. “I really, really like you.”

Ah—there it is.

“I swear it’s not just—it’s not just because of—”

You shut him up with a chaste kiss, “I know, I know.”

Hyunjin kisses you again, softer this time, lingering. He pulls away, only to press one last kiss to your bottom lip.

“C’mon, let’s clean up and go eat.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! <33 tysm for reading!!

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chrisevansleftpeck · 1 year

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Not Really My Scene

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Content Warning: slight sexual assault (hand placed on back), alcohol, makeout

You entered the bar wearing a small black dress and a frown. Penelope, Emily, and JJ had managed to trick you into wearing heels and a tiny dress, very unlike you. Your shoulders, back and collarbones were visible to all, making you paranoid every eye was on you.

You followed the girls to the table where the rest of the team sat, allowing the girls to pick their seats first, leaving one side of the booth beside Morgan and Spencer. Morgan had already started chatting with the girls and Aaron, but Spencer seemed to focus on you settling in beside him.

You felt his eyes on you, your neck and the way your hair fell on it, the straps of your little black dress. You turned your head to him, catching him off-guard. “Hi.” You laughed. You hadn’t actually planned what you were going to say to him, you just wanted to say something.

“Oh, yes, hi.” Spencer stuttered, face flustered being caught red-handed. Spencer looked down at his fidgety hands in his lap.

“You look nice.” You said, studying his clothes, his green plaid vest over his plain collared long sleeved shirt. He wore a gray tie, peeking out from under the vest.

Spencer let you study him for a moment, his outfit, hair, and face. You two were practically having your own moment at the table.

“He tried to bribe me with a cat!” Penelope yelled, talking about some date gone wrong.

Both you and Spencer turned back into the conversation. Goddamn cats.

“It worked right?” You asked, turning your head towards the bar after seeing Emily sip her drink.

“No, no, no! Boys and kitties are cute but I can hold my own. Men are threatened by me! He thought he’d have to bribe me-”

Penelope continued to chatter as you felt Spencer closer to your side before whispering to you, “Want a drink?” He asked.

You eyed the bar once more then smiled at him. “Maybe a sip.” You said, then promptly slipped out of the booth.

You made your way through the crowded dance floor or screams and drunken singing to the bar. Quickly, you noticed two women at the left end and tried to squeeze in a spot next to them, away from the loud drunk men.

“Vodka and Soda, please.” You ordered, watching the bartender prepare your drink. He was slower, an employee in training.

While waiting you felt a presence creep up behind you, and a hand placed on your bare back. “Hey sweetheart,” a man with dark filthy brown hair and a messy beard approached you, rubbing your back. You turned your head to see the women behind you not notice. “You come here with somebody?” He asked as you tried to spin in your chair to face him directly so that his hand couldn’t stay on your back.

With the one spin you saw Spencer walked up behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and his other hand around your waist, squeezing you a little to tell you you’re okay. “Hey baby,” Spencer said rather loudly in front of the strange man. The man finally finished your drink, Spencer grabbed it and handed it to you. “Let’s get back to the table, huh?” He suggested with pride in his acting, so unlike his usual nervousness.

He walked you past the table, beside the exit door, finally handing your vodka and soda to you.

“You okay?” Spencer asked, reverting back to his true self. You itched your back, remembering the man’s hand placement. “Um, yeah, yeah. I’m good. I’m pretty good.” You said, clearly very uncomfortable, retracing and covering the skin he touched.

Spencer frowned, just as upset as you. “Sorry I touched you, I wanted to get you out of there.” Something about his apology confused you. You felt cleaner once Spencer had touched you, like for a minute the other guy’s dirty hands on your back was undone.

“You don’t have to ask to touch me. I trust you.” You told him, eyes beginning to water a bit. You sniffled, “I’m sorry I didn’t think I’d care about a stupid hand on my back. Shouldn’t have worn this dress.” You looked down at yourself, ashamed.

“No, no, Y/N, what you’re wearing doesn’t matter. At all. Don’t say that. You always look this beautiful, it’s nothing special, okay? The truth of it is that he would’ve approached you anyway.” Spencer went off, almost upset with you for blaming yourself.

“Okay,” You exhaled sharply then whispered quietly, “I don’t wanna be here anymore.”

Spencer understood immediately, clubs and bars weren’t exactly his scene either. “I’ll take you home, I’m tired of this too.” Spencer said, walking back over to the table and explaining he and you were tired and you were getting a bit stressed. He collected your purse and phone then returned back to you by the exit door.

He opened the door for you, handing you your things. Your fingers brushed his cold ones, sliding against his palm as you grabbed your phone. Electricity, stress, overstimulation, excitement- it all rushed over you at once.

Spencer walked you to his car, starting it and turning on the seat warmer for you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drive, Spencer.”

Spencer laughed, “You doubt me?”

“No! I bet you’re good. We’ll see.” You said before shooting Penelope a text, affirming you were okay.

Spencer drove away from the club and onto the road, carefully trying to avoid potholes and rough patches and you sat very silent, beginning to nod off.

You eventually woke up in Spencer’s car, in your apartment complex’s parking garage. You gave a little yawn as you gained consciousness and looked over to see Spencer with a book in his lap, the car in park.

“Good morning.” Spencer said, still turning the pages of his book. You looked at the time displayed on the car. 2 A.M. You’d had him waiting for you to wake up at two A.M.

“Spencer,” You sat up straight, unbuckling. “You should have woken me up! You need to go home.” Spencer folded his book in his lap and stretched back to place it in the back seat. You couldn’t help but watch his neck and jaw from the side, leaning over as he placed the book. Your stare made him pause as he came back, leaning close to your seat.

“Um, right, right. You were uh sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you, you seemed tired.” You’d completely forgotten about the comment you made just five minutes ago.

“Spencer.” You said, more as a statement.

“Yes?” He looked at you in awe of how beautiful you were, just waking up with tired eyes.

“You could make my day a lot better.” You whispered, your breath clearly shaking.

Spencer immediately was interested. He’d do anything for you, especially after the day you’d had.

“You should kiss me.” Spencer was shocked, frozen over the console, just between your seat and his. You slowly put your hands to his cheeks, making sure everything you were about to do was clear so he had time to say no if he wanted to.

Your lips hovered over his, feeling his hot breath against yours. Your lips parted, about to ask him a question when he took it as an opportunity to kiss you. He ran into your lips, his soft and wet and warm against yours. He smelled so good on you too, his exhales so satisfying to your ears as the two of you continued kissing. Spencer found his hand in your hair, grabbing, tugging lightly, but you had to pull away before getting too carried away.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Spencer huffed and apologized, but couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.

“It’s okay,” you couldn’t contain your smiles either, “I think this is my favorite day.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed, “Out of what? The year, month?”

You didn't really know, so you just told him how it was. “I don’t know, just my favorite day.”

“You know I don’t understand you sometimes?” Spencer laughed, looking directly into your eyes. You almost began to worry for a second, never wanting to confuse him. “That’s why I like you. I have to know you because I can’t read you.”

“Oh.” You almost didn’t know what to say. No one said such nice things about you usually.

“It’s good- it’s good. I mean it in a good- great way.” Spencer reassured you, touching your hand gently.

“Thank you. I don’t think I’m smart enough to ever comprehend your mind.” You laughed, so did Spencer.

“I don’t think anybody can, but I think you understand me.”

“That’s very true. You are not your mind.” That sentence felt good to Spencer. A piece of him needed that.

“Thank You.” Spencer said, his voice cracking slightly. “Don’t know where that came from, sorry.”

“Hm. I think it’s cute.” You whispered. You studied Spencer’s face once more, his curly hair, his shiny lips, his soft face. You only wondered how he would describe your face.

“Hey, let’s get you inside.” He said, smiling, remembering his original purpose here, which was not to makeout with you in his car.

“I can’t move.” You said, trying your best to stay completely serious without breaking.

Spencer furrowed his brows, “What?”

“Can’t move, I need a kiss first.” You said, watching Spencer roll his eyes.

He lifted your chin gently, hovering in front of you for a moment, teasing before finally giving in and kissing you. “I don’t mind, I needed one too.”

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Hi! Congratulations on your 3,000 subscribers! Can I have Captain Price with prompt #40, but not just as romantic jealousy, but as jealousy of civilian life? For example, Price knows he won't be able to attend a reader's birthday/other important date because of another mission, and the reader gently reassures John and says that, like, their friends and coworkers already wanted to throw a party for them, and they won't be alone on the holiday. A little bit of anxiety, a little bit of fluff...

Sorry this has taken so long, thank you for your patience friend! 3K Follower Prompt List 40. Someone's Jealous

It’s a routine John knows well - a quiet evening at home, followed by a call on his phone, leading to him stepping away to take it.

The vast majority of the time, the next step is for him to return to you, a melancholy expression on his face as he tells you he’s been assigned another deployment. Usually the following morning.

This time is no different.

“I’m sorry love,” he murmurs as he kisses your temple.

“You don’t have to apologize, John,” you respond softly, ever the saint in your patience for him.

“Yes I do,” he says, sitting back down on the couch and pulling you towards him. “It’s your birthday next week. I told you I’d be here for it.”

For once, he thinks to himself.

“That was before you got called out,” you tell him. A gentle hand rests itself on his chest, and John feels you press a kiss to his cheek.

He knows you understand. He knows that you know that he’d be here if he could - not just for your birthday, but every day. Still, that knowledge doesn’t ease the guilt settling into his ribs.

The more he gets deployed, the more he yearns to retire. The more guilty he feels knowing you’re sitting at home praying he comes back to you alive.

Jealousy nags at him in times like these. Not the kind where he’s jealous of another person though.

He’s jealous of civilian life.

He’s so envious of the people who get to have the 9-to-5 schedules, who get to know when they’ll be home, who can rest easy knowing they won’t get a phone call to disappear for the next however-many weeks or months, that his eyes may as well be turning green.

“Just a few more years,” John whispers to you. “Just a few more years and I’ll have enough time put in to ask for a retirement. Or have ‘em put me in the reserves. No more active duty.”

You shift in his hold and place a hand on his cheek, turning his face to you to kiss him fully.

“This is who you are, John,” you murmur against his lips. “This is who you’ve always been. I knew that long before we started dating.”

He blinks harshly to keep the tears from falling.

“It’s still not fair to you,” he breathes. “And now you’re gonna be alone. Again.”

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him. “My friends have already made plans to take me out and celebrate. I’m not gonna be by myself. Of course I’ll miss you. Of course I’d want you there. But you don’t control when they send you away. I know that.”

Ever the saint, you are.

He doesn’t know how to respond. Doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him, how badly he wants to leave the world filthy so he can stay by your side. So instead, he simply kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

#john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #ghost scribbles

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I'd rather be a wild one instead (Stepdad Hotch/stepdaughter Emily AU, one-shot)

A/N: I know we’re a few days away still but since I’ll be working this Christmas I wanted to post this before I didn’t have time to write. I will say this universe really is the one sending me straight to hell, not one stop on the way. But I love daddy Hotch and we all know I’m a perv so I hope you enjoy our idiots being filthy in this universe as well!

And special thanks to @criminalmindsgonewrong for requesting Emily in a sexy Santa outfit! Hope this is okay bestie!

Happy holidays, whatever you celebrate (or don’t), wherever in the world you are!

Title: I’d rather be a wild one instead Summary: She hasn’t seen her stepfather in three months. But now it’s Christmas and she promised to come back.

(One-shot from my AU Find me where the wild things are) Word Count: 5,2k. This is so long I’m sorry!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, cheating, age difference, taboo relationship, stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, dirty talk, power dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, in public, fingering, teasing, spanking (with a belt), consumption of alcohol

“I said I would stay at uni for Christmas, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ll be back for Christmas, Daddy.”

It’s been three months since they’d been in the same room. Three months of her thinking back on her summer with him. It wasn’t love, nothing even close to it, but it was carnal, a need she hadn’t been able to shake no matter how many guys she might have dated. No one could measure up to him.

And now it’s December 22nd, almost Christmas, and she’s standing outside looking at the closed door, knowing that he was inside. So is her mom, which makes her gut twist nervously. They’d spend the holiday together as a family, as her mother had put it while on a skype call a couple of weeks ago and Emily had to force the frown away.

She opens the door and is almost smacked in the face by the Christmas decorations. Her mother had never been big on celebrating, always put up just enough decorations to keep up appearances that their life was as neat as the moronic Christmas card she’d send out every year. But this was more than that, lights and trinkets everywhere and a fucking reindeer sitting just to the left of the stairs.

“Emily!” Her mother walks towards her, a glass of champagne in hand.

“Mother.” She accepts the hug that feels forced. “Why does it look like Santa’s threw up in here?”

“You don’t like it?” Aaron’s voice makes her pause, her eyes on him as he walks closer, a smile on his face.

“It’s… different.” She mutters and looks around as Aaron wraps an arm around Elizabeth. “Didn’t think you’d be a Christmas kind of person.”

“Oh he loves all the holidays.” Elizabeth gushes and smiles at her husband before looking back at her. “Go on and change Emily, the guests will be here in a little while.”

It was a Christmas party, one that always took place if Elizabeth spent the holidays in the states. And Emily hated it every time. But she stays quiet as Aaron takes her bags and heads upstairs, following him only a few steps behind. She’s unsurprised that her mom stays downstairs, already heading back toward the back of the house where the party will mostly take place.

“Did you have a nice flight?” Aaron asks as they head towards her bedroom and she thinks that maybe he hasn’t been thinking about her the way she’s been thinking about him. But then the hand that wasn’t carrying her bag lands low on her hip as she walks ahead of him through her bedroom door and she feels the heat she now associates with him.

“I did.” She looks around and while her room has been saved from any Christmas decorations, there’s a black gift box sitting on her bed. She walks towards it when Aaron nods, a smirk tugging on his mouth. “From you?”

“Daddy thought you’d like it.” His eyes gleam in that familiar way when she looks at him with wide eyes, her tongue quickly licking over her bottom lip.

“Should I open it now? Or wait until Christmas morning?” Her throat feels dry, her pulse quickens and he walks towards her until he’s standing close enough for her to feel the heat of his body against hers.

“Open it now, wear it tonight.” His voice is low, a rumble that’s as thrilling as it is familiar.

She opens it with trembling fingers, pulls on the red bow and lifts the lid while he studies her closely. When she carefully picks up the red silk panties, his eyes are darker, pupils blown wide.

“Crotchless panties?” She smirks and his hand wraps around her throat, his thumb pushing just under her chin.

“Yes, so when I get bored I’ll have something pretty to play with.” He leans in, lips hovering above hers and she whines when he doesn’t kiss her. “And you still want to be a good girl for your daddy, don’t you sweet thing?”

“Yes.”

His confident grin turns a little darker, a sound of contentment leaving him.

“Good girl.” He squeezes around her throat once and then let’s go of her. She stumbles in place, almost chases after him when he turns to leave without another word. It was unbelievable, the power he held over her, how she so easily submitted to him, how badly she already needed him.

Before he disappears out her bedroom door he gives her a wink. Any worrying she had done had clearly been for nothing.

Just like she had expected, she hated the decorative party. She was bored standing with a flute of champagne in a red, sparkling, floor length dress with a slit up one thigh. She had decided on it for two reasons, one Aaron loved her in red, two the slit was dangerously high, showing off her smooth skin. But even as she saw the way he was tracking her, she was bored and alone. The only saving grace was the panties she was wearing, making her shiver in excitement.

“Em!” The sound of JJ’s voice cuts through her train of thought surprisingly, and she looks up to see her best friend heading towards her with a wide smile.

“JJ!” She greets her with a tight hug, at least now she had someone interesting to talk to instead of lusting after her stepfather all night. “What are you doing here? I thought your family was going to Switzerland for the holidays?”

“We’re leaving tomorrow, and I couldn’t skip seeing you now could I?” JJ takes a sip from her own glass of champagne. “I want to know about school and everything, but first, I need the details about Mr. Hotchner.”

Emily grunts in disgust.

“Oh god JJ, please it’s Aaron. Mr. Hotchner makes him sound so old.” She watches as the blonde rolls her eyes, a teasing smirk already on her lips.

“He is old, Em.”

“Shut up.” She pushes gently at her shoulder. “You want the details or not? Cause if you’re going to be a bitch, I’ll be one right back you know.” She grins when JJ starts to laugh, a breathy chuckle that Emily had missed hearing.

“Fine I’ll be nice. Now tell me everything.”

So she did, not that there was much to tell. She told him about his gift and what he had said, mentioned that if Aaron wasn’t going to come to her, she was most certainly going to come to him.

“I swear if I came here for Christmas and I’m leaving without getting another taste of that man, I’m not coming back until after graduation.” She joked, mostly.

“Just be careful, if someone finds out you’re screwed. It would be the biggest scandal that’s happened in years.”

“It’ll be fine JJ, the only people who knows are me, him and you.” She arches an eyebrow at the blonde who quickly squeezes her lips together and pretends to zip them up.

“Your secrets, no matter how depraved, are always safe with me.”

“Girls,” Aaron is suddenly there, somehow sneaking up on them without either of them noticing and while JJ jumps slightly, Emily only smiles knowing very well that her mother is watching them. “the dinner is about to start, Emily you’re sitting with your mother and me.”

“Seriously?” She frowns slightly. “I can’t sit with JJ?”

The polite smile hardens just a bit, his dark eyes zeroing in on her and holding her gaze.

“No.”

“But what-”

“Don’t argue with me.”

She glares at him but in the end she knows there’s no fighting it so she sighs.

“Fine, we’ll be right there.”

When Aaron nods and starts walking away she turns back to JJ who’s standing next to her with flushed cheeks.

“Okay, I get it now.” She says and Emily nods.

“Told you, he’s hot. Come on let’s get this over with.”

When she sits down she’s surprised to find herself next to only Aaron, her mother on his other side and she looks between his blank face and the empty chair. Normally Elizabeth was always seated in the middle.

“For God’s sake Emily, sit down!” Her mother mutters quietly and with an eyeroll she does.

The food is delicious, that’s the one upside to this night. Or at least that’s what she thinks until she feels Aarons warm hand on her thigh, easily moving up the slit. So technically there’s two upsides, she thinks as she gives him a sparse glance.

The conversations around them are loud, the drinks flowing, and while Elizabeth is turned to talk to a senator, Aaron leans a tiny bit closer to her.

“Spread your legs and don’t make a sound.”

When she doesn’t immediately do what he says and instead looks around the room to see if anybody is paying them any attention, his grip tightens on her thigh.

“No one is looking and you’re already on thin ice with your attitude earlier. Do as I say.”

She’s so close to muttering a yes daddy, but instead she gives a subtle nod and leans back slightly in her chair and her legs spread.

“This is dangerous.” She says while his hand moves higher up her thigh, easily finding the hem of her underwear. He smiles when he feels bare skin where underwear would usually be, happy that she has done as he had told her.

To everyone else it looked like they were having a normal conversation, Aaron’s face neutral as he strokes silky soft skin.

“It is. Which is why if you can’t control yourself I’m stopping.” With that he turns back to Elizabeth who’s still turned away. He’s quickly engaged in another conversation, his best friend David Rossi sitting right across from them.

Emily on the other hand can’t bring herself to talk, can barely bring herself to move in fear of someone noticing his hand that’s hidden under the tablecloth. He’s teasing her, running the tip of one finger along her folds slowly, starting at her clit and then just barely dipping inside of her before repeating the process.

She forces herself to eat small pieces of food, wanting to look busy. She takes another sip of champagne, and swallows that along with a soft moan down when Aaron suddenly circles her clit a little harder. It amazes her, how he looks so indifferent as he continues talking to the people around her like he isn’t fingering his stepdaughter in front of all their friends and associates.

He keeps his finger there, circling slowly but adding a little more pressure and while he laughs along with the jokes and continue conversations that he finds boring, he listens to any sound coming from her, watches her in his peripheral. He sees the flush on her cheeks, something he had missed seeing, notices how her breathing comes out in shorter puffs. She’s getting close but as much as Aaron wants to watch her fall apart, he knows that there’s no way she’ll be able to cover an orgasm so he stops.

“Do not complain or I won’t let you come at all tonight.” He mutters before she can argue and he sees the way she wants to fight him, her eyes heated, a small pout on her face.

“Why would you do this if you weren’t going to finish what you started?” She huffs and he chuckles and wipes his wet fingers on her thigh.

“If you weren’t such a desperate little thing I would have. But we both know that everyone would notice. Besides, you’re my plaything, or do you not remember the rules?”

Her mind goes back to that night in the study, when he had her bent over a couch and talked against her ear, making sure she heard every word he said.

“You do what you’re told, you get what I give you. If I decide to use you as a toy you will say thank you daddy and lay there, if I want your mouth, you’ll be on your knees for me, if I am nice enough to let you come then you can. You ask for what you want, because that’s what good girls do. And you want to be good for your daddy, don’t you Emily?”

“Yes Da- Aaron.” She whispers, swallowing down the urge to kiss him, her hands fisted at her sides to keep from reaching for him. He held her stare for another moment and then Elizabeth said his name and he turned to face his wife.

Emily used the rest of the dinner to try and calm herself, but it was hard when her clit ached and pulsed, the dark heat of arousal simmering just under her skin, her own slick coating her thighs.

It was going to be a long night.

After dinner the real mingling and dancing started but Emily wasn’t paying much attention. JJ had found a southern boy, leaving her alone while her best friend spent the evening flirting and dancing. Not that Emily minded, she could barely focus enough to keep a conversation going.

“Emily!” Elizabeth approaches her with swift steps and she automatically squares her shoulders. She knew that look on her mother’s face and she didn’t like it. “Come dance with Aaron.” She said, trying to usher her away from the corner where she had hidden away.

“What? Why?” She pulls her hand out of her mother’s grasp.

“For the photos, of course.” Elizabeth says like it’s obvious. “Stepfather and stepdaughter, it’ll look good.” She takes Emily’s hand again, this time not letting go.

“You don’t think that’s a little weird, mother?” She mutters but Elizabeth seems to ignore her.

“Don’t be so difficult, Emily. It’s one dance.” She huffs right back and continues to walk with Emily behind her until they’re standing in front of Aaron.

“My darling, would you mind dancing with Emily for a few photos?” She smiles at her husband and Aaron nods.

“Of course, dear.” His eyes move from Elizabeth to Emily, a light chuckle leaving him as he watched the pursed lips and clearly annoyed woman in front of him. “Let’s turn that frown upside down, shall we?”

“I’m not a child.” But she doesn’t fight him when he starts leading her away towards the middle of the room, his hand resting on the middle of her back.

“Oh trust me, I know.” He murmurs lowly when he’s sure they’re far enough away to not be heard. “But we are doing what your mother wants. And after you’re going to go to my study and wait for me.” As he’s talking he’s keeping an arm’s length away from her, one of his hands clasping hers and the other on her waist while she rests hers on his shoulder.

She can faintly hear the clicking of the photographer as they dance and she shivers when she realizes that this conversation will be caught on photos, photos that will most likely be printed out and hung up somewhere in the estate.

“Emily? Are you listening to me?” His voice cuts through her hazy mind and she looks up at him, pupils blown wide, cheeks tinted pink.

“Y-yeah, I’ll wait in your study.” She says and he smiles, satisfied by her answer.

“No one will enter, but remember that people might hear you from inside, so I’m going to need you to be quiet okay?” His voice dropped a little lower, the rasp of his voice coming through when he speaks again. “What do you say?”

“Yes daddy.”

She knows that’s the picture that’s going to be saved, that exact moment.

It’s dark in his study, only a small light on in the corner of the room, it’s cooler, less stuffy in here and Emily takes a couple of deep breaths. She can hear people talking outside, just like he had assumed, but to get into his study, you needed a key that only Aaron had, something he had slipped into her hand right before they had separated on the dance floor.

A few minutes go by, and the longer she waits the more stir-crazy she gets. Seconds feel minutes, minutes like an eternity. When there’s a decisive knock on the door she’s quick to open it, and Aaron is even quicker to push past her and locking the door behind him.

“Finally.” He breathes, dark eyes looking at her with the kind of heat she had missed since this summer. “You really are a tease, deciding to wear that dress.” He starts to walk in a circle around her, taking her in from every angle.

“I don’t think you can call me a tease when you left me hanging during dinner.” She argues and he makes a tsk sound, shaking his head.

“I see you being gone, you’ve completely forgotten how to behave.” He stops right behind her, lets his words fall against her naked shoulder and watches in amusement as she shivers.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Her voice is surprisingly steady when she speaks and she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“I would. But we have time for a lesson later, right now we’re on limited time.”

She gasps when he suddenly turns her and pushes her against a bookshelf, a few of the books rattling when her back hits it with a thud. His body feels just as strong as she remembers as he crowds her space, his chest pressed against hers. When he finally kisses her, she sighs into it, her fingers gripping his suit jacket in tight fists to try and get him closer.

He’s already hard, the thickness of him pressing against her even through their clothes and she moves one hand from his suit down to palm him over his pants.

“So eager, so willing.” He breathes in between heated kisses. If they could he would spend hours taking her apart but he knows that they don’t have that luxury so he gets his belt undone, and then Emily takes over, her small hands unbuttoning and unzips his pants with nimble fingers.

“Daddy, I need you.” She whimpers and he groans at her words, it had been too long since he’d heard her voice like that. He hikes her leg up, never having been more thankful for a slit in a dress or Emily’s balance in high heels as he is right then. She’s biting her bottom lip, looking at him with pleading eyes and he ruts against her, feeling her slick folds against his heated shaft.

“You need me huh?” He bumps her clit and she whines and nods, her arms looped around his neck to keep steady.

“I’ve waited all day, please daddy.” If she had been more coherent she probably should give it some thought that she gets this desperate for him, but he’s pushing inside of her, pressing her back against hard shelves and any thought other that him, was gone.

“Fuck baby girl.” He growls against her neck, jaw clenched as he gives them both a moment, her tight walls cling to him, her hands grip his neck and then she moans, something soft and breathy and Aaron can’t wait another moment.

His thrusts are deep and hard, crushing her between his soft front and the hard edges of the bookshelf and she finally feels that feeling she’s longed for. The feeling of complete bliss. He kisses her to muffle her moans, pushes his tongue into her mouth and dominates the kiss, just like he dominates everything else. When they break apart to breathe she’s gasping, her nails close to ripping his suit.

“Daddy, don’t stop.” She pleads and he fucks into her harder, causing a few books to fall around them. Neither of them seem to notice, both too desperate to focus on anything but each other and pleasure.

“Did you think about me in college?” He growls against her ear and she mewls. “Did you think about how good your daddy fucks you while you were fucking boys?”

“Y-yes.” She admits and he snickers, the sound just as graveled as she had remembered.

“But they don’t fuck you like you need to be fucked, do they?” He slows down and pulls back enough to look at her face. “Only daddy knows how you like to be fucked, isn’t that right?” He rolls his hips against hers, pushes as deep as possible and then pulls out while studying her intensely.

“No one knows.” She whimpers, her eyes locked on his. “Only you do, daddy.”

“That’s right.” He claims her lips in a kiss, changes the angle of his hips slightly and Emily cries out. “Shh, it’s okay baby girl.” His large hand covers her mouth and then picks up the pace of his thrusts, continuing to press right against that magic spot inside of her.

She could feel her leg starting to tremble, the strain on it inevitable, but she didn’t care because the tension in her belly was spreading quickly. Her eyes find his, a wordless question in them and he nods.

“You can come.” He mutters lowly, his own orgasm building by each deep thrust. She clings to him as she comes less than a minute later, her leg giving out and if it weren’t for the way he had her pressed against the bookshelf she would have fallen.

“Jesus Christ you get so tight when come on my cock.” He grunts through clenched teeth. She’s panting, head back, jaw slacked, eyes hazy and this is how he had missed seeing her, fucked out and at his mercy.

“Let me feel it daddy.” She whispers and it’s the last push he needs before he comes with a strained groan. He tenses against her, doesn’t move until he’s empty and when he pulls away Emily almost falls to the floor.

“I knew it was a good idea coming back for Christmas.” She joked lightly as she leaned against the wall. She squirmed slightly when she felt his release on her thighs, the crotchless panties doing nothing to help her from creating a mess.

“A very good idea indeed.” He agreed, still catching his breath. “Still, we should clean up, someone will notice soon.

She nods, absentmindedly swiping a finger across her inner thigh and tasting him.

“I swear you’ll be the death of me Emily.”

They manage to get away with it, somehow, and when Emily goes to bed that night she feels sated. But she still had plans, plans that would require her mother leaving them alone. Luckily for her, she had last minute errands to run the following day. Emily might not always get along with her mother, but she knew her, and she knew that she always left buying gifts to the last possible moment, and she smiled at the thought.

“I’ll be back no later than 7 tonight.” Elizabeth said as Aaron helped her put on her coat.

“We’ll be fine here.” He smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Check in on Emily would you? Just to make sure she doesn’t run off. She’s done that before.”

“Will do.” He ignores the way his cock stirs at the thought of him and Emily alone in the house until he’s closed the door. He hadn’t seen Emily since breakfast, that was a few hours ago so he decided to seek her out right away. “Emily?”

He doesn’t knock on her door, can hear soft music playing from inside so he simply opens it. When he sees her his mouth goes dry, eyes not knowing where to look as he takes in her appearance. She’s laying on her bed, a Santa hat on her head and the shortest, skimpiest red Santa dress he’s ever seen and thigh high fishnet stockings on her legs.

She smirks at him, happy that she for once managed to catch him off guard.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl. Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.” She sings softly before standing up and walking the short distance to where he’s still standing, seemingly frozen to the spot. “Merry Christmas, daddy.” She hums and presses a kiss to his cheek. It seems to be enough to jolt him out of the temporary shock and his hands wrap around her waist, keeping her against him.

“I don’t think you’ve been a very good girl, my sweet thing.” He nuzzles her nose and she smiles. “But it’s time to change that.”

The switch in him is so quick that she has no time to register it, one hand wraps around her throat, the other grabs the leather belt around her waist and pushes her back. She feels like a ragdoll, almost weightless as he moves her around the room and then spins her around, the hat falling off in the process.

Her face is pressed into the mattress, the obscenely short skirt pulls up exposing her bare center and for a second she wonders how he manages to turn the tables on her so effortlessly. But she knew it would happen, granted she thought she would have gotten a few more minutes but there was no way she was complaining. Especially not when she heard the sound of his belt being pulled through his jeans.

“You had an attitude all day yesterday, baby girl.” He folds his belt in two and gently moves it up a smooth thigh, smiling when Emily’s breathing hitches. “And no matter how cute you look in your little outfit, you’re still going to get a punishment.”

She turns her head on the bed to look be able to look up at him but she doesn’t try to get up.

“I promise to be good.” She says quietly and he laughs, the sound bordering on condescending and her cheeks flare up in response.

“Oh is that right?” He lets the leather stroke down her other thigh then dip between her legs, pressing against the wet heat of her.

“Yes, I promise.” Her hips press back against the leather, the feeling against her clit new and Aaron shakes his head.

“No, I think you’re lying.” He muses and Emily whimpers. “You know what’s going to happen. You’re going to stay still and ask for your daddy’s forgiveness.” His hand tangles in her long hair and he pulls her up so she’s on her hands and knees. “And if you do a good enough job I’m going to fuck you again.”

The filthy grin appears on her face instantly and Aaron shakes his head at her.

“Dirty girl. Open your mouth.” When she does so without question he spits in her mouth and she swallows dutifully.

“Thank you daddy.” She feels him shifting behind her and then let’s go of her hair. She lays her face back down on the bed, preparing herself for the first hit.

The first slap of the belt stings as it lands on one of her cheeks and she jolts slightly.

“I’m sorry daddy.” She whimpers, the words barely out before he strikes her again, this time on the other cheek.

“What are you sorry for?” He asks as the third hit cracks down on the back of her thigh and she cries out.

“For having an attitude.” She tenses just as the fourth hit, this one hard enough that she’ll know she’ll bruise.

“And?” He hits her just as hard the fifth time, enjoying the welts that’s appearing on her pale skin.

“For questioning you.” She jerks away after the sixth hit and Aaron gives her a moment to either stop or get back in position. She takes a few breaths and then bends over again.

“Are you sorry?” He asks and hits her two times, the sound loud as the leather connects to her skin.

“Yes!” She cries out as her muscles start to tremble.

“Are you sorry!?” He says it louder, hits her straight across both cheeks and she whimpers, any other sound stuck in her throat.

“Yes daddy!” She finally gets out and then she hears the sound of the belt falling to the floor and she sighs in relief.

His hand is gentle as he caresses her hip and the outside of her thighs, then up her back under the red fabric of her dress until her breathing has calmed and she’s stopped shaking.

“You did so good baby girl. Daddy’s proud of you.” He whispers gently and Emily relaxes. When she turns over on her back she hisses at the raw feeling of her ass against the bed but she ignores it in favor of being able to look up at him.

Aaron smiles down and kisses her, something he’s intended to be soft and gentle that Emily immediately deepens, hand holding on to the back of his neck. He lays down on the bed and she helps him off with his jeans while he rids himself of his shirt. His hand moves between her legs and finds her slick and ready and he hums in satisfaction.

“Come on baby girl, ride me, let me enjoy this outfit for a bit.” He reaches for the Santa hat and puts it on her and then lays back, eyes roaming over her as she straddles him. She sinks down on him with a low moan and Aaron’s head falls back against the pillows at the feeling. He watches her through heavy-lidded eyes, from the plunging neckline, to creamy things, to her blissed out face. She was a gift wrapped in sin, he was sure of it.

She’s quick to start moving, twisting her grinding on him while his hands are on her hips, not relenting all of his control. Her hand moves down her body and starts rubbing her clit in tight circles, his low grunts only spurring her on. She rocks her hips against his, taking him as deep as possible.

“I’m gonna come daddy.” She mumbles in not time at all, her breathing heavy and his hands tighten on her hips.

“Already?” He grins as she simply nods, hips buckling wildly on top of him, fingers moving faster on her clit. “Do it.” He pushes his hips up, helping her ride out the pleasure as she starts to spasm on top of him, her moans loud and raw as her eyes roll back in her head.

She’s still coming down when he flips them around. They stay like that, Aaron whispering filth in her ear until she’s coming again and then he turns her over and straddles the back of her thighs. The heat from the welts makes him groan and Emily shudders underneath him.

When he comes it’s with a loud groan, bodies sweaty and exhausted, Emily’s dress ruined in scraps on the bed and the floor. He collapses next to her and Emily stays on her stomach, head turned towards him with a lazy grin on her face.

“Thank you daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.”

A few hours later she’s seated at the dinner table, bruises and welts on her ass that make her want to squirm. Aaron notices, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth while her mother obliviously talks about anything and everything. She locks eyes with Aaron and winks.

It was a very merry Christmas indeed.

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*knocks on your door* Hi!!

24: Marriage of Convenience for Maxiel please! <3

I had to knock this down because I got ambitious!

Car accident mentions with minor peril but everything is fine!

Daniel is the one who suggests it, quiet and behind the motor home while Max takes deep gulping breaths, tears still on his face.

“We could, uh-“ he stumbles through it, “if you wanted, I could be the one to handle that if you ever-“

Max’s sharp teenage eyes pin him down and flay him open, like he can see the filthy idiotic thoughts Daniel had in the shower this morning.

“I just mean that,” Daniel coughs into his fist, “people have done it before, ya know. You don’t have to rely on him. I’d be happy to be the one on call, Maximus.”

“It is okay,” Max insists in that stubborn way he does, “I will not crash again. I will not have to go to the hospital again.”

Daniel doesn’t try and tell him differently. He doesn’t think Max would hear him anyway, so he lets it go, continues to stand with him while he gets his breathing under control.

Max doesn’t bring it up ever again so Daniel doesn’t either.

Not until they’re not even teammates anymore and Danny is asking about him in the media pin, feeling lightheaded and frantic.

Everything has shifted between them these days. They’re more colleagues than friends, but Max is in the wall and Daniel knows what’s to come for him - he still has friends in the Red Bull garage. He gets the gossip.

So, he asks because he needs to know, thinking about that offer from years ago. We could get married. If you didn’t want him to be the one to get that call.

And then he runs into Christian looking pale and unlike himself and he sighs, long and heavy. “I want to stay and chat, Daniel, but Jos is with Max and I’ve got to go.”

Christian is too smart and he never says anything without reason and so Daniel gets a little insane about it and that’s how he ends up at Max’s apartment in Monaco with marriage papers in his hand.

“You will sign these.” Daniel says as soon as the door is open. “Because I cannot stand what happened this weekend.”

Max is half naked - bare chested and blinking at him in confusion. He looks like he’s just woken up and Daniel knows he looks insane, but he doesn’t care.

“Sign.” He demands, thrusting them out to Max.

“I will sign them, of course, Daniel.” Max says, taking them from Daniel’s trembling hands, “but I will tell you that we must be friends again. You cannot do this to me, where you ignore me on the phone and just say hello to me in front of other people.”

Max is walking into his apartment so Daniel follows him, taking note of everything that has changed since he was last here, specifically so he doesn’t look at Max’s broad back like…when?

“Daniel?” Max asks, slapping the papers down on the counter. “You will come over for dinner?”

“Dinner. Drinks. Parties. Whatever, Maxy, just sign those.”

Max’s smile is blinding and…he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s -

“Would you like some coffee?” Max offers. “I have those pods you like.”

Daniel doesn’t linger on it. He doesn’t. Max is just…considerate.

But maybe he should have.

Because the guy he’s legally married to is like…way considerate.

He googles how to tell if your fake husband likes you likes you, realizes just how far he’s strayed from the plot and then closes that tab on his phone before opening it back up and looking up that porn video. The one he likes with the guy and the -

Fuck. Daniel realizes with a start, he looks like Max.

He goes for a run instead.

He’s got it under control.

He and Max are friends. They have dinner. Max kind of maybe dates this model for a bit and Daniel never asks for details but she stays over at his place sometimes and Daniel convinces himself that if Max were to ask him for a divorce it wouldn’t devastate him.

Because Max is kind of keeping his head above water.

The car is shit. McLaren is shit and the only thing he looks forward to are the four uninterrupted hours of Max he gets every race weekend.

Their debrief, Max calls it.

They eat together or play video games together or talk and they’re allowed because they’re married or whatever and things are FINE.

Daniel is in Australia.

He and Max have barely spoken in weeks - not since Daniel turned down the Haas offer. Even though he signs the third driver role with RBR and he’s going to literally be able to talk Max through all their shared data now, Max is furious at him over it.

“You will have to sit out races,” he had shouted. “Stuck in the simulator in England.”

Daniel didn’t get it, was just happy to be happy. Happy to have a break, a soft place to land, time to figure it out.

But Max had taken something personally and he was mad and Daniel was…trying not to think about it. In Australia. Drinking cheap beer and eating too much and exercising kind of half assed and riding dirt bikes.

He was LIVING.

And he’s in Australia when his phone rings - or Blake’s phone rings because Daniel’s is switched off and he can tell by Blake’s face that it’s bad.

“It’s dad, isn’t it.” Daniel demands as soon as Blake confirms that yeah, he and Daniel are coming.

Blake continues to gather things, ignoring Daniel and the dread grows. He’s dead. He’s dead.

“We’re getting on a plane.” Blake says, stuffing Daniel’s iPad in beside his own. “Christian set it up.”

And as soon as he’s said the name, Daniel know. “Max.”

Blake nods. “Yeah, he uh. He’s probably fine-“

“Probably?” Daniel’s voice isn’t even coming from his own body. He doesn’t know-

“Hey,” Blake grabs his arm. “Christian said he’s awake and he’s okay, but he has to have surgery and -“

“Fuck.” Daniel says, grabbing his keys, “fuck, I haven’t -“

He can’t finish that sentence. He hasn’t been around. He hasn’t done anything he’s supposed to do. He’s not even in fucking Monaco.

Blake rides beside him silently emailing or texting or doing whatever he’s doing and Daniel seethes all the way to the airstrip where there is a private plane waiting for them.

Daniel knows they’re in for a hell of a time traveling last minute, but it’s okay.

What did you do he texts Max before feeling guilty and sending I’m coming okay? Please don’t bite the nurses.

Max reads the messages but doesn’t respond.

He’s well out of surgery by the time Daniel arrives to the tiny hospital. He’s glaring at him standing in the door, arm casted to hell.

“You did not have to -“

“Shut up,” Daniel bites. “I want to be here.”

“You are just my husband on paper, Daniel.” Max accuses. “You have made it clear that you do not care about what I have to think, so why do you care that I have -“

Daniel is exhausted and he’s mad as shit and he smells like airplane. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t care what you think?”

“You are not racing this year even though you could have been! So we will never see each other!” Max looks young again. Young and scared and like that kid Daniel first made that offer to. “You have been gone since the season ended and you have not called even though you said we would be friends,” Max opens his mouth to probably say more, but Daniel slumps down in the chair beside his bed and Max shuts him mouth. “I did not say you could sit. This room is for friends and family.”

“I’m you husband!” Daniel shouts, forgetting to point out that like, Max is in a hospital bed and absolutely not racing this year and he’s still mad at Daniel.

“Then act like it!” Max shouts back and Daniel puts his face in his hands and groans, feeling sorry for himself. “You should go,” Max says in that voice that Daniel hates. “I do not want you here.”

“Tough shit, Maxy.” Daniel whispers without looking up. “You signed the papers. I’m here. Pissed as hell at you, but I’m here and now you’ve got to deal with me for however long you will heal-“

“I will hire a nurse,” Max says, but Daniel ignores him.

“Because I’m not letting you injure yourself on your fucking iracing -“

“Daniel-“

“Because you’re too stubborn to heal properly-“

“You are not a nurse, you are not qualified -“

“I cannot believe you even agreed to this!” Daniel shouts, “when clearly you do not care about my opinion in the slightest!”

“I agreed to this!” Max shouts back, “because I am in love with you!”

Daniel is too shocked to move, just to stare at Max’s beautiful face and try and process…that he loves him too. That Max loves him -

“Well, I hate that we had to sacrifice our entire season,” Christian says from the doorway, “with Max out of commission, but thank god the two of you have finally admitted to that.”

“What?” Max and Daniel say at the same time before Geri steps around Christian, carrying a bouquet of flowers almost as big as she is.

Daniel stands up on instinct.

“A real wedding this time, none of that paperwork nonsense. Christian has already agreed to drive the getaway car.” And then she blinks at Daniel, handing him the flowers.

Max is still gaping at everyone, “Daniel does not-“

“Oh come off it,” Daniel says, “of course I do.”

“Oh,” is all Max says, suddenly looking pleased and smug. “Well in that case I think we should stay at your apartment while I recover. Your living room is better for physical therapy.”

Christian chuckles, clapping Daniel on the back. “We will get you back in no time. With your dedicated nurse here.”

Everyone laughs except for Daniel, he’s too busy staring at Max’s lips. Lips he’s never even kissed.

“Oh, Geri, my darling.” Christian says, “let’s give the kids a moment.”

Daniel forgets to even be annoyed or to make a joke, he just sinks down on the edge of the bed next to Max. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“Yes,” is all Max can say before Daniel is. Lips on his, eyes closed, frozen in time.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband.” Daniel says stupidly, but Max giggles anyway and Daniel is happy he asked him that day behind the motorhomes.

#I wrote this on my phone #Maxiel #Christian Horner gets to be the good guy as a treat #no I really don’t think he’s evil he’s just not MY TP ya know #anyway #ummmmmmmm #yeah

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hyunsvngs · 8 months

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lino joking around with you when you said you like degradation and then sending you into subspace for the first time ever and cooing and comforting you while you babble begging for his cock

mayu. ok under the cut

no because imagine you’re both sat chilling on the bed, and somehow you get on the topic of kinks. you’ve been together for a little while, but the sex has been mostly just barely rough and playful. you just knew minho had something else going on underneath all that though.

“i know you’re into freaky stuff, min! just tell me!” you squeal, trying to kick him softly with one sock-clad foot. he huffs out a laugh, grabbing your foot with one hand nonchalantly, as if it was nothing.

“how about you tell me one, i’ll tell you one?” minho suggests, fingertips grazing the sole of your foot softly. you hum, thinking it over. what’s the harm it could do? maybe you were into the same things.

“okay,” you nodded. minho stayed quiet, still playing with the hem of your sock and the sole of your foot in his hand. you didn’t even know where to start, so you thought about starting off tame. “choking.”

“dirty,” minho smirks, pinching your ankle. you jolt, giggling. “i like choking too. i’d like choking you. you want me to?”

“yeah, sure, next time we-“ you were cut off by minho pushing your leg down, laying on top of you and placing one hand around your throat. he squeezed the sides expertly, making your eyes roll back and vision go bleary. okay, he knew what he was doing. “m-min-“

“one more, pretty girl. i told you one, didn’t i?” you supposed he had, even if it had been just agreeing with you. you sighed, squirming around to try and alleviate some of the pressure building between your legs.

“u-um, degradation.” you found yourself blurting it out before you could even process it. oh god, he was going to think you were weird. what happened to starting off light?! you could’ve said spanking, or something.

“degradation?” minho looked down at you. his eyes pierced into yours, his hand going just a little bit slacker around your neck. “is that so? you want me to call you a filthy slut? you want me to say how dumb you’re gonna look spread tight around my cock?”

you blinked. all of a sudden, you felt dizzy. you squirmed again, thighs opening to allow minho to come closer. he simply shifted so his bulge was pressing against you, pressing one of your thighs down with his free hand.

“you want it like this, kitty? you want my cock pressed against you like that? you know that’s dirty, right?” he was leaning down, licking a long, hot stripe up your neck.

you couldn’t speak. your jaw was dropped when his hand dropped from your throat, moving up your shirt to press against your tit. he was massaging it ruthlessly, hard and firm against you. he’d never been like this before. “min- i feel, feelin’ all weird-“

“horny, baby?” minho kissed your jaw, his pointer finger and thumb rubbing around your pebbled nipple.

“no, fuzzy- i- please, min, need you, oh-“

minho pulled away, looking into your eyes with a much softer look. “oh, kitty. you’ve gotten all floaty for me already,” he whispered, kissing your lips with just a brush of his. “that’s okay, what a good kitty for me. i’ll give you everything you want, sweet girl. i got you.”

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡#user: jyu037 #asks: lino

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scribble-brain-aced · 2 months

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Winner, Baby

I wrote a parody song of Loser, Baby, where Angel Dust is redeemed.. but Husk isn’t. (Along with added pre-song dialogue.) :) ——— “So.. you really did it, huh?”

“Heh. Yeah, I did.”

“You should go up, then. What’s taking so long?”

“I.. I’m not ready. Maybe I could just, you know, stay here? Until you an’ the others are ready. I still have shit to take care of, a job to quit-”

“Anthony. You earned it. Go.”

“…I can’t.”

“I already taught you to fly. Need another lesson?”

“Wh- no, no! I got the wings shit! ..Mostly. But.. I’d miss you. A- AND the others, OF COURSE.” “We’ll catch up. You fly on up there, and we’ll meet again.” “…I think I’ll stay here. I don’t wanna go yet.” ———

H: So things looked bad, you were backed against the wall

Your whole existence seemed fuckin’ hopeless

You felt as filthy as a dive-bar bathroom stall

Couldn’t cope sober and dope-less

A: (“Oh, I know this part!”)

“I lost my way

I thought my life was wrecked

And so you said I was correct!”

H: (Ha! No.)

You’re.. a..

A: “Lo-”

H: WINNER, baby!

A winner, goddamn, baby, you’re a-

bit fucked up, but you’ve made it up!

You’re a winner, unlike me

A: “Wait-“

H: You’re a screws-loose boozer, but a top 5-star reviews-er

You’re a power-bottom powering through

An’ you’ve got new company

A: “But I’m not-”

H: There was a time you thought that no-one could relate

To the gruesome ways in which you’re damaged

But you let walls down, and it finally set you straight!

A: “I’m still gay-”

H: Now it’s time to move to your new vantage!

A: “No, I can’t.. Agh.

I sold my soul

To that psychopathic freak.”

H: Haha! And you thought that made you unique?

Come on

Now you’re a winner, baby, a winner, now it’s time to go and-

A: “No, I’m not leaving, I can’t-”

H: But you’ve made it all the way

A: “No, please, I don’t wanna leave- that's not how this goes.

I’m still a loser, a dummy

And I’m not goin’ up there, honey

‘Least, down here, I’m not alone!”

H: Aw, c’mon- you’re a winner, unlike me!

A: “I’m not some perfect little angel.”

H: You got your wings, and Heaven’s say-so,

Join the crowd and leave this Hell behind!

A: “Sorry, sweetie, but we’re intertwined to

stay together despite my redemption!”

H: Are you so blind that I have to mention

that your call is right up there?

You’re free and you have unlimited power!

A: “I’m a loser, baby”

H: A WINNER, and just maybe if you

accept and move on,

You'll find you’ll make it out okay

It’s time to lose your self-loathing

Accept your fate, let hope in, baby

You’ve won your place, your soul and grace

A: “You're still a winner

Just

me”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #song #song lyrics #song parody #loser baby

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Jimmy Crystal × Reader

please note i wrote this during a sleepover where i watched sing 2 and i was running off of adrenaline and popcorn!!! anyways reader is of age and....yeah.

slight nsfw?? teasing?? inapropriate work behaviour??

“Mr. Crystal-” His rough hands brush my cheek, pushing my ebony hair aside. He rests his hand on the nape of my neck, rubbing it with his thumb. I gulp and force myself to stay calm.

Mr. Crystal eyes me down with a certain gaze I cannot quite place, staring straight into my eyes, ocean blue contrasting golden amber;intensely. I’m lost in them till my name is called and I’m snapped back to reality.

“Y/N,” His husky voice brings me back; his body closer than ever. Was he always this handsome? He’s so close to me…

I press my lips together in a thin line. “I-I have to get back to-”

“You’re a beautiful girl, you know that?” He interrupts

“Thank you, sir.” He thinks I’m beautiful?

Crystal gave me a toothy smile; his canines were poking out. When were they so sharp?

“Your eyes are a very deep blue, I think. And your hair is as smooth as silk,” He pulls my chin closer and leans in, inches away from kissing me.

I swallow hard. He smells of expensive champagne and cologne. I’d never thought those two scents would go well together, but god, does he make it work. Mr. Crystal makes everything work-somehow.

“Huh. It’s actually a very deep ocean blue, if you really look at it. There are even specks of stormy grey, too. I love your eyes, Miss Y/N.” He says teasingly.

“Thank you, sir. I..I really enjoy looking into your eyes, too. They’re very..”

Once again, I’m lost. I study his chiseled face closely, admiring how soft but hard and mean his face looks when relaxed. Mr. Crystal has very bright platinum blonde hair and amber-almost golden-eyes that make him stand out from the rest; a tall and very built physique. I peer down at his hands and wonder what his veiny hands would feel around my thr-

"Having fun?" And, once again, I'm brought back to reality by his voice. My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks flush.

"U-Uh! I'm sorry-" I stammer.

Crystal chuckles. "I don't mind. I like it when your eyes are on me; stare at me all you want, princess." A cocky grin grew on his face as his arm slid around my waist, leading me to the long couch in his suite. He plops down right next to me and rests his hand on my lower waist.

“You hungry, Y/N? I think I’m feeling…” He twirls my hair on his finger, his hot breath on my now warm neck. I feel my temperature rise. Is it hot in here or what?

“...you.” Jimmy pokes my cheek. “I want you, Y/N.”

He leans even closer, his lips brushing against my cheek.

“Do you want me, too?”

I hesitate.

“Yes.”

“Then say it to my face, princess. Turn and face me and say that you want me too.”

I turn my body to him and meet his intense amber gaze. My lower lip trembles as I muster up the courage in me to say such a filthy sentence. Could I do it?

“I-I…I want you, Mr. Crystal.”

“Call me Jimmy, yeah? Or sir, whatever you want. But I think I’d like you to just call me by name and drop the formalities. Unless you’re into that kind of stuff,” He says, smirking.

I giggle. “Okay, Jimmy.”

“My name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth. Say it again,”

“Jimmy,”

“Again.”

“Jimmy.”

He swipes his thumb across my lower lip, eyeing it. Kiss me already, would you?

“I think we should head to the bedroom, yeah?”

I eye him playfully. “I think so too,”

Jimmy swipes me up and carries me bridal style all the way to his chambers.

My legs lost the will to walk the next day.

#jimmy crystal x reader #help lmao #sing 2 jimmy crystal #sing 2

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Eleven

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: fluff then dom bucky took over, praise kink, oral f and m receiving, p in v, filthy dirty talking, fingering, graphic described p with plot, swearing, filth, filth, filth, bucky barnes is a warning.

Word Count: 4.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Ten || Chapter Twelve

The rain began a week after Bucky had arrived, pelting down against the window, with an excited phone call from you waking him up to watch the first rain of the year with you. It was tradition you had told him, an uncanny ability to figure out that it was raining, you always made sure to watch the first bit of rain.

Paired with his sleepy, low drawl this might just be your favourite year of rain yet.

“I can see why you enjoy the rain.” He admires it from the hotel window, rivulets cascading down speedily as the rain picks up.

“It is my favourite time, well, apart from winter maybe but I have to see snow to make the decision, till then monsoon takes first place.” You chuckle.

“I think you will love the New York snow, maybe where mum stays more so, the whole backyard gets covered and we usually clear a small path. Hot chocolate and putting up the lights.” He smiles, his heart beating quicker as his mind draws up images of you being beside him—tucked close so you don’t get cold, probably peppering your face with warmth filled kisses, having traditions with you to follow on Christmas. Mistletoes in every room so you have to kiss him.

“Bucky?” Your voice sounds worried as though it wasn’t the first time you called for him.

He focuses, on the window and the rain has stopped. Then he looks back down at his phone meeting your gaze.

“Bucky, did, did the rain trigger something? I’m so sorry I should have asked—,” You run your gaze over him trying to find the hints of distress you may have missed.

“Doll, Doll, no, no, I was just lost in thought about the winter.” He admits, cheeks warming.

“What about the winter?” You smile relieved, he sounds excited.

“Just what would it be like if my favourite person would be there with me.” He teases, you chuckle.

“Would you help me make a snowman?” You ask, in a sing song voice.

“Doll, I’d help you make a snow Eiffel Tower.” He promises.

You giggle, “But no snowball fights. I’d lose.”

He frowns, “Why?”

“One, you have more experience with snow. Two, you literally trained as a sniper, Sergeant Barnes. Three, I just want to make out with you in the snowfall and rain. Bucket-list items.” You inform, his laughs.

“Well I think we should be able to tick off one of those two things provided the rain continues.” He says, grinning, already planning in his head to have his phone set to record the moment.

“Meet me for breakfast?” He adds.

“I’ll be there in half an hour?” You offer already grabbing your clothes.

“Can’t wait to see you, Doll.” He smiles happily, hoping the rain would continue. The hotel did have a lovely garden out back and a floral display.

You meet Bucky at the entrance of the hotel his hand outstretched and wide grin on his face as your fingers intertwined.

The rain was pouring around, puddles formed on the ground. The thud of rainfall dropped as he took you across the lobby into the garden.

“Bucky we don’t have an umbrella.” You warn still following him down the steps to the garden.

“We don’t need it, my girl wanted kissing in the rain and kissing in the rain she will get.” He smiles back up at you, on the last step the rain making dark spots on his shoes.

You grin at him, kissing his cheek. Bucky laughs as he tugs on your arm you both break into a sprint and shriek as the cold raindrops soak your clothes.

He takes you towards the floral backdrop, lined with pink flowers and to your mirth, the very lilies of which he had sent a bouquet to you.

Bucky pulls you close your arms wrap around his shoulders, his hair damp and droplets cascade down his face, his eyes full of mirth and his grin that sis reserved for you is upon his lips.

“I love you, James Barnes.” You confess, Bucky’s heart surges, your hair sticks to your forehead he pushes it away, the raindrops run over your skin and you shiver against him as the wind picks up.

The rain pelting down harder and thunder rumbles. The scent of petrichor surrounds the two of you.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” His hand cups your jaw, your lips meet.

As the rain continues around you, a few droplets seeping into the kiss making the two of you laugh.

Bucky chuckles as your forehead rests against his own.

His blue eyes hold so much of adoration and his lips are against your own frantic and fully of need. You press yourself to him, his hand tugs on your hair having moved from your jaw.

You tilt your head back, his lips pressing kisses to your jawline and neck. Tongue sweeping over the spot that has you keen and tug on his tshirt.

“James.” You whimper as he marks the skin of your neck. Bucky continues savouring the taste of your skin, addicted now that he knows how you feel against him, addicted at how you taste.

Your right hand tangles in his hair tugging upon it, he groans against the sensitive spot on your neck. Your thighs clench,

“Bucky, room, please.” You beg, he nods against your neck.

“I’m going to devour you.” He presses another hungry kiss to your lips.

Reluctantly pulling away to lead you up to his room, not the suite he shared with Peter but another room he took on for moments with you.

For when you would want to stay late, for when he would pretend your return from university was back to a shared home.

To pretend that little room was a small house. A house he could make a home with you.

Bucky’s lips part pulling him out of his thoughts as your lips latch upon his neck, small bites and kisses, you tug on his shirt.

His hand moves from your waist, over your warm skin. You feel right, just made for him.

“Bucky, shirt, off.” You lean back, straddling him with a slight annoyance.

Bucky chuckles, eyes raking over you just clad in your panties. You grab the hem of his shirt.

“Impatient.” he teases, then groans, hips bucking into your palm as you touch him through his jeans.

“I see, which one of us is impatient again?” You tease back, Bucky shakes his head. Your lips move along his collar bones, his hand grips your waist.

You move with purpose, this, you both having sex was finally occurring. Your lips move along his left shoulder, Bucky takes in a sharp inhale and you pause.

“Don’t, don’t stop, just, still takes me by surprise, Doll.” He brings his hand to brush your cheekbone.

“Anytime, at any point,” you remind him, he nods,

“I can say no and so can you.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

His hand moves along your back, memorising the feel of your flesh against his own. Your hips move against him, a whimper pressed against the first scar your lips touch when he has you grind down against him harder.

Bucky closes his eyes, only focusing upon the softness of your lips, pressing kisses over his marred shoulder, your gentle fingertips moving over his flesh, he attempts to hold back the tears, at being treated with such tenderness.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brush over his larger scar.

“I see you.” You whisper as your thumb brushes over where the stitches were placed.

“I see only you, whole. I love you, all of you.” Your voice cracks slightly and your lips brush over his cheeks where his tears had escaped.

Bucky’s tear stained gaze meets yours and he presses his lips to your own, tasting the remnants of your chapstick and the salt from his tears.

Your thumbs wipe away the remaining tears, resting your forehead against his, Bucky takes a few breaths then opens his eyes. You pull back slightly and his gaze falls to your breasts.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He cups the flesh, rolling your nipple between his index finger and thumb. Lips latching onto the other, biting down on your nipple.

Your back arches, fingers tangling with his hair. Tugging upon it, a mix of his name and pleas of more fall from your lips.

Bucky switches between his hand and tongue giving attention to the hardened pebble and you believe he can feel how wet you are through his jeans, softly grinding yourself against him.

“Fuck, Doll, if you keep going I won’t last.” He murmurs, lips back on yours his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands move to unbutton his jeans needing to feel him closer, finally taste him as well.

The kiss parts and you move to help him take off his jeans, it gets caught over his knees and he lets out a chuckle.

“I think we should be patient.” He huffs, swiftly standing and taking off his jeans.

“I’m quiet eager for your cock.” You admit kneel, moving across the bed till you’re at the edge of the bed, fingers trailing over the waistband of his boxers.

Bucky watches you with darkened, lust blown eyes as your index fingers hook at the sides, you prompt him to move back making way for you to stand, dropping to your knees with his boxers in tow.

His cock seems painfully hard, coated with precum and begging to be touched. When you look up at him, licking your lips a moan responds from him.

He circles his thumb over his head, gathering the precum and spreading it across your bottom lip, his thumb retreats, when your tongue tastes him you moan.

“Look at you, wanting your sweet little mouth filled with my cock don’t you?” He grasps your jaw, having you look into his eyes from his cock. You nod.

“Words, Doll, or have you forgotten all that we have discussed? Hm?” He questions, smirking when you can’t focus on anything but wanting him in your mouth.

“Please, fuck my mouth.” You plead, looking up at him, Bucky swears his cock grows harder at your breathy voice and needy whimper as you shift on your knees for some much needed friction.

“Go on, have a taste.” He allows, your hands rest against his thighs.

Leaning in, you trace your lips along his shaft. Small licks at the base, as you move towards the tip, you cup his balls in your hands and his hips buck forward and a string of curses leave his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He breathes, groaning as you take him into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, slacking your jaw and flattening your tongue.

“Fuck, Y/N, you look so pretty, your lips all stretched around me.” He praises, his fingers run over your hair, admiration coating his eyes and words.

When you begin to bob your head, slowly then picking up pace his fingers grip your head, he begins to move you at a pace he pleases, you continue to squeeze at his balls at every few moments.

Bucky realises when he gives a harsher thrust you moan and your fingers tighten around him.

“Look at you, so fucking gorgeous like this, need to make this last Doll,” He hisses as you whine in protest. The sound so needy. Your greed for him almost breaks his resolve.

“I promise to fill that pretty mouth up, but I want a taste of my pussy. I told you how much I was to taste you.” His grip tilts your head and his cock is no longer in your mouth, you huff.

“Y/N.” He chastises.

“James.” You mimic almost rolling your eyes.

“Didn’t know you had such a brat in you.” He shakes his head, kneeling himself.

His index and middle finger circle your lips, you draw them in, sucking on them. Bucky watches with hooded eyes and parted lips. He pulls his fingers away with a wet squelch, tracing them from your sternum, over your stomach and abdomen, as he inches towards the waistband of your panties, he smirks.

“Soaked through the fabric.” He murmurs, “Spread your knees apart.”

You do as he says, his fingers trace over the fabric, your stomach flexes and you almost grind down on his fingers.

He pushes the fabric aside, fingers trace over your folds, tapping your clit.

“B-bucky,” You hold onto his shoulders as the circles on your clit get quicker, he pinches it and you cry out his name.

“Get on the bed, panties off and legs spread.” He stands first, offering you his hand, you rise on shaky legs, taking off your panties you hand them to him.

“You aren’t getting these back, Doll.” He admires the flush on your skin, the thin sheen of sweat coating you. The way your chest moves with each breath and the way your pussy is glistening for him. The way his dog-tags move on your skin, awakens something primal within him.

You lay back against the pillows, legs shyly spread apart, the heat of Bucky’s gaze has more warmth pool in your abdomen and you feel yourself grow wetter as he licks his lips before he moves across the bed, head nestled between your thighs, he blows over cunt and you whimper.

“Clenching around nothing. Don’t worry, I will fill my pussy up. First I will taste her, waited months for this, would wait longer.” His tongue circles around your clit then moves towards your entrance you cry out.

Your thighs clench and Bucky hums at your taste, lapping at your folds like a starved man, he shifts your left leg under his chest and right kept spread apart by his hand.

He pulls away, “Look at me, Doll.”

Your eyes open and his lips and chin are coated with you.

“Bucky—more, please.” You plead, fingers fisting at the sheets.

He uses his elbow to keep your legs spread apart and his thumb circles your clit while he laps at your entrance. Then his index finger circles you, mouth sucking on your clit your hips arch. Thighs shift closer only causing Bucky to moan against you.

His words from before echo in your mind.

“When I eat you out and your thighs don’t warm my ears, you will be in trouble, I don’t care about anything but tasting you and making you cum.”

You feel your orgasm closing in as he inserts a third digit, moving deep.

Your thighs shake and Bucky admires how your skin moves, how your flesh responds to him.

He relishes that he can do this to you, have you fall apart for him. The way your thighs tighten around him.

He wants to praise you, for remembering his words. So he does that, increasing the pace of his fingers and circling his tongue.

A melody of your moans mixed with his name and swearing reach his ears.

He gives one final loud moan against your clit and it sends you over the edge, the white hot pleasure searing through you as you arch upwards, hips stuttering as Bucky continues with his movements making you shake through your orgasm.

Bucky presses his lips to each thigh, then to your clit that has you whimper, he presses a kiss over your pubis.

A kiss over each hipbone. You breath hitches as you realise, he’s showing you his adoration, his love, his want. Bucky wants you to know how much this means for him, how much you mean to him. Words can only help so much. Can only say so much.

“So wonderful, so very good to me, such pretty sounds.” He lays kisses over your abdomen.

“So good for me,” A kiss over your stomach, over the stretch marks that you used to be hesitant to show him.

“So absolutely beautiful.” A kiss to your upper abdomen, his hand trailing the path led by his lips.

“So fucking delicious.” A kiss on your sternum.

“All mine to have.” A kiss to each nipple you preen.

“All mine to love.” A kiss pressed right where your heart beats, the kisses continue to your neck, then jaw.

When he strokes your cheek your glassy eyes meet his,

“Bucky.” Your voice raw, emotion overwhelming you and him.

“All mine. Always. Never letting you go, Doll. Fell in love with you more every day. Did I tell you? That you carry my heart with you? It is yours and I do not want it back.” His kiss is now against your lips.

His arm holds him up and your legs wrap around his hips, his confession anchoring into your heart, words seared into memory.

“I love you, Bucky.” You speak against his lips and he relents, wanting to just be lost in you.

You pull away, panting, his breath fanning over your heated skin.

“I’m going to be selfish for once in my life, because you know, I’ve given up so much, I, I’m not going to give you your heart back. It’s mind to have and love. And I will. Till you want me too.” Your voice cracks.

“My heart, it is yours forever, I’m yours forever.” Bucky promises.

“I’m yours forever so is my heart.” You cup his cheeks, stroking your thumb over his cheek bone. His stubble slightly tickles your palm, the soft lines by his eyes, his kiss bitten lips.

Bucky shifts back onto his knees, taking a moment to take it all in, you sit up.

“I love you.” He cradles your face, peppering kisses, you giggle as his stubble tickles you.

He chuckles, “So much for using my stubble to tease your overstimulated flesh,”

He adores the fact that you two can be this way. So lost in each other yet able to find moments of mirth. His worry dissipated with the way the two of you mould together, fitting as though designed for each other.

You admire him in this quiet moment, the way he shows himself to you. The way he showers his love upon you. You gaze at him, sweat sheen coating him, the scent of his scent of citrus and spice only amplified and surrounding you.

The way his lips confess his love and also draw sounds you haven’t made for anyone but him.

“Bucky,” You bite upon your lip, neediness for him returning.

“Yes, Doll?” He can already tell, with the way he can see your cunt glistening again, all for him.

“Need you inside me.” You confess, he licks his lips, “Lay back.”

Bucky knows his cock loves the warmth of your cunt, the way he coats his cock in your juices before he eases himself into you, both of you moaning as he stretches you out.

“So fucking—“ He groans as your legs wrap around his hips, the angle prompting him to go deeper. His arm shakes as he holds himself up. His head buried in the crook of your neck, allowing you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck—James, move, plea—,”

He pulls out, till only his tip remains inside and he moves back in, cutting off your plea turning it into mewls.

“So, full—,”

“So goddamn tight—fuck,”

His pace increases, driving into you, your grip on his back digging in nails leaving crescents and Bucky increases his pace further. The wet squelch as your cunt spasms around him, your orgasm drawing close, he doesn’t relent.

“Fuck—Doll, touch yourself,”

“I’m—,” You take your right hand between the two of you, rubbing over your clit and your cunt squeezes his cock.

“Fuck, Doll, you’re close aren’t you? Keep going, fuck— squeezing me so tight, not going to last long,” He shifts, closer, your back off of the bed as he has you arched against him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Buck—,” You are a mess of his name and broken whimpers and moans.

“I know you’re there,” His cock brushes over the spot that has you thrash under him. He keeps moving his hips in that position, every thrust and circle of your fingers increases the pleasure climbing up your spine.

Bucky admires the way your breasts move, he shifts in the slightest, one nipple in his mouth and your cunt spasms around him, with a loud cry of his name your orgasm takes over, arching up. Bucky lets go of your nipple.

In your haze you try to find his lips to ground you, or set you off further, “Bucky, Bucky, mark me, fill me up—,” You babble and circle your hips, he loses himself inside you.

“Y/N, Doll, fuck—,” Your name prayed over and over by him, as he fills you up, his orgasm shattering through him. You meet him weakly for each remaining thrust. Your clit pulses as he circles his hips.

The ringing silence in your ears dies down and your breaths echo through the room.

Bucky pants, but gazes down to where he still is inside you, his eyes closed as his body reminds him of the pleasure it just went through.

He looks up at you, you place soft kisses against his cheek, jaw, temple.

“When can we do that again?” You question, a soft giggle as his breathy chuckle.

“Let a man recover from the best orgasm of his life, Doll. Then you can give me another one.” He chuckles, placing a kiss to your temple.

Slowly he pulls out of you as your legs unwrap from his hips. You feel yourself clench for him as he retreats to the bathroom, bringing back a two warm towels to clean you and himself.

Bucky lays down after discarding the towels, you shift to curl against his right side his arm around you, thumb tracing over your arm.

You do the same traces over his chest.

Bucky presses his lips to your forehead, you close your eyes savouring the moment.

“Get some rest, Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” He smirks when you look up at him.

You shift, hooking one leg over him and carefully straddling him, right over his abdomen. You look at him with an innocent smile.

“I don’t need rest, when it comes to you, Mr. Barnes.” You play with the dog-tags of his that rest between your breasts, Bucky feels himself grow hard.

Bucky admires you, sending a silent thanks to the fates above that he found you, the love bites he left on you begin to bloom, you shift forward, your lips every so slightly away from his own, he reaches up, brushing them against yours.

“Go on, Doll. Ride me.” His nose brushes against yours, “I can feel how wet you are,” Somehow he is able to flex the muscles of his lower abdomen and your clit pulsates.

“Go on baby, my cock is yours to use, want to see you fall apart on top of me.”

He sits up when you sit, allowing him to use the headboard as a back rest, when you straddle him again, slowly inching yourself down on his cock. Your walls clench around him, welcoming the stretch and fullness he brings, your hands move to his shoulders, you circle your hips around him.

“So fucking perfect. Made for me.” Bucky whispers, his thumb circling your clit and you know what small shred of dominance you held is shattering with every movement of his, your hands squeeze his shoulders.

“Always need you to cum more than once for me. Don’t worry that sweet little mind of yours, I’ll keep count.” He murmurs, as your whimpers and soft moans grow more and you begin to shift on him ever so slightly.

Bucky watches you, loving every sound, every, mewl he draws from you, you fall apart soon enough, his hand moves to your waist, squeezing your flesh then his hand cups your ass, you look up at him, with dazed eyes.

“Ride me, Doll. Ride me like you’ve always wanted and told me you would. Want to fill you up again, want to feel your cunt squeeze my cock.” His words have you moving his hand setting the pace and you lock your gaze onto his, your nipples brushing against his chest with each movement, you know you’re going to fall apart quicker, you know Bucky knows too.

“Greedy girl didn’t want to rest.” He teases, pinching your clit as your orgasm takes over and you cum undone, he grasps your hip, knees bent and suddenly you’re under him again as he begins to fuck you.

Your mouth and mind only knows his name and asking him for more; he absolutely loves the fact.

Every orgasm your hips meet his, every kiss shared in between, hands exploring his body, his hand already knowing you.

Every breath of love confessed, the aftercare that follows, soft warmth. his lips, his touch his words. Your words, your caresses, you.

Bucky pulls your exhausted form closer, the entire day spent tangled in each other only sitting apart for food at his insistence.

The rain outside begins again. Your back against his chest as you both watch the raindrops, tangled in sheets.

Bucky finds sleep found him easier today, you turn, your head against his chest and your arm around him.

The last coherent touch from you he registers is the kiss you press to his chest, right over his heart.

a.n: at first i was like i need to put so much more in this chap because i wanted only 12 chaps, then bucky looked at me and said no you will increase the chapters and i as a writer made the informed decision and no my character did not become sentient lol jokes aside i hope you all enjoyed this chapter

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Bedsheets

Relationship: Sam Rossi x F!Reader Fandom: Sweet Virginia Rating: E Word count: 2856 Warnings: Come eating – oral sex (female receiving) – very light dom/sub undertones Summary: You were supposed to go on a date with Sam, but end up helping him out at the motel.

I've been thinking about Sam and this filthy scenario for over a week. I've been wanting to write a more dominant Reader for a while (not that she really is here), so I figured I'd start with this.

You can read it on AO3

“You’re sure you don’t mind? I can do it on my own, y’know. I-”

“Sam, for the third time. No , I don’t mind… At all.” You approach Sam until you’re standing right in front of him and give him a soft peck on the lips. “I’d be a total jerk if I just left you to deal with all of it on your own.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t. It’s my motel, my job.” Sam looks down to both of your feet as he speaks in a low tone. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated, is all.”

“You know I don’t. If I can make things easier for you and get everything done faster, then I’m glad to help. Now tell me where the bedsheets are,” you add quickly when Sam looks like he’s going to try to dissuade you from helping again.

Finally understanding that you mean business, Sam exhales deeply and lifts a hand to the side of your neck. His thumb is in front of your ear as he pulls you in for a quick press of his lips against yours and to your forehead.

“Thank you,” he rasps, to which you only smile in adoration and squeeze the wrist from the hand on your neck.

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected your day to go this way. You’d arrived at the motel twenty minutes ago, planning on meeting Sam and heading out to have lunch and spending the afternoon together. Instead of finding him ready to leave, however, Sam had looked at you sheepishly and explained that Maggie had suddenly gotten sick that morning. He’d sent her home, no matter how much she’d insisted on staying. The biggest issue is that the motel is supposed to have a whole party of clients arriving later that afternoon and filling up the whole place. The previous clients had mostly left that same morning, meaning that Sam needs to clean every room before the new guests get there. And that stuff takes time. Especially when you have a bad leg like Sam. You’d immediately offered your help, waving Sam’s apologies about ruining the date away. You’d suggested taking care of the beds while he hoovers and such, since you need to lean over the bed and bend the knees a lot. It’s something that you know might be painful for Sam if he has to do it repeatedly. Sam had initially refused your help, telling you to go home and that he’d make it up to you, but he’s learned that you can be stubborn, particularly if it’s to help someone you care about.

Presently, you follow Sam into the room behind the reception desk, where you retrieve several piles of clean sheets. Maggie had still been able to pull off the dirty ones before she’d left, at least.

Entering the first room after Sam has opened the door for you, you place the sheets on a small armchair and catch Sam watching you with a frown.

“What?”

“You’re gonna ruin your dress.” Sam jerks his chin pointedly at it.

You look down at yourself and at the light summer dress you chose for the day. It stops just over your knees and is super flowy, perfect for the current hot weather and humid air.

“It’s fine. I’m actually glad I’m wearing this one because I won’t sweat too much in it,” you laugh as you still already feel a fine sheen of sweat over your nape.

Sam opens his mouth, before he closes it again. You grin because you can easily guess that he wanted to check one more time that you’re okay with helping him, but he also knows what your answer would be.

In order not to be in each other’s way, you mostly work in different rooms. Sam starts hoovering and once he’s done, he leaves, and you do the beds. Depending on how fast it goes, you also help out in the bathrooms if Sam isn’t done. Although you obviously know how to change bedsheets, it takes a while since you take extra care in arranging the linens perfectly. You don’t want Sam to get any complaints from the customers later on, no matter how often Sam tells you that it’s fine whenever he’s in the room with you. At least, it serves as a sort of work out, you think as you’re on bed number – how many was it now? Despite saying that you wouldn’t sweat as much in your dress, you’re still drenched, the light fabric sticking to your body.

At some point, Sam enters the room you’re in to get a trash bag out, but you can see him stopping in the door out of the corner of your eyes. Rising from your bent position over the bed as you’d been tugging the sheets to one side and the other, you turn to the side to look at Sam questioningly.

“What’s up?”

Sam jolts, like he’d been lost in thought, and removes the cap he’s been wearing all afternoon to keep his hair out of his face. He looks down at it and scratches over the rim with a trembling thumb before he puts it on again and smiles at you with a short shake of his head.

“Just… thinking. Next room is the last,” he informs you with a relieved smile.

“Thank God,” you sigh with a chuckle that’s just as relieved as his smile, and wipe the back of your hand over your damp forehead while pulling at the fabric over your chest to give yourself some air.

Sam’s eyes dart to your chest and away again, and for a moment, you think that he’s blushing as he turns and leaves the room with the trash bag. Maybe it was the light, you think with a shrug and return to the sheets.

You enter the last room with determination, ready to finish the last two beds and get the whole thing over with. By the time you’ve done the first bed, Sam has mostly finished with the overall cleaning and moves from one room to the other to check on a few last details before joining you again.

“Shit,” you hear him breathe sharply from behind you.

You’re folded over the second bed and have to crane your neck to look at Sam, who’s staring at you with wide eyes. And more precisely, at your ass. Your eyebrows rise at his transfixed expression. That’s how you realize that your dress isn’t covering much of you in the position you’re in, and Sam is getting a nice view of your ass clad in a pair of thin panties. They also don’t do much to hide you, and even less now with how damp they are from the overall sweating.

Sam hasn’t noticed that you’ve caught him staring, so you slowly incline your upper body to the bed, the dress moving with the motion and exposing you more. Sam’s nostrils flare and his tongue licks over his lips, while the hands at his sides twitch, as if wanting to reach out for you. You’re sweaty and dirty, but you’ve never felt as sexy as with the way Sam is looking at you now. There’s a new dampness between your legs that soaks through your panties, this one having nothing to do with the result of changing bedsheets.

“See something you like?” You grin, entertained and definitely turned on.

Sam’s eyes snap to yours and his whole face colors a light shade of pink, although his beard and hair – the cap had gone at some point – hide most of the blush. He averts his eyes and clears his throat.

“Sorry,” he croaks.

“Are you seriously apologizing for checking out your girlfriend?” You question, still smitten by how embarrassed he looks when he’s done nothing wrong at all.

Slowly, you turn around and kneel on the bed, making sure that the dress hitches high over your spread thigh. The dress is plastered against your body, hugging every line and curve. The bralette that you put on today is just as thin as the rest of what you’re wearing, and now that you’ve stopped moving, the air coming through the open door as well as your arousal have your nipples showing enticingly.

He shrugs with one shoulder, but you hear a huffed laugh coming through his nose as he considers your words.

“So,” you elongate the O for a second. “You haven’t answered my question. Do you see something you like?” You continue with a devilish grin and run a few fingers in between your thighs.

Sam’s eyes follow your fingers, and you see him swallow.

“You didn’t make it easy for me to focus, Sweetheart, that’s for sure,” he admits with a nod. “You're – you – I…” Sam looks away with a tiny frown, seeming like he’s trying to concentrate, while his hands lift to his hips, over his belt.

“But I was just helping you out,” you say with a falsely innocent voice, while you bite over your bottom lip and let your other hand trail over your cleavage, smirking when Sam glances your way for a few seconds.

He licks his lips and clears his throat again.

“We should finish cleaning.”

You get off the bed, as if agreeing to his suggestion, and turn back around to lean over the bed in the position he’d found you earlier. It gets you a sharp intake of breath from Sam and a mumbled curse.

“How about you take care of me first?” You lower your voice as you turn your head to watch him and push your ass out towards him.

Sam’s jaw works as he thinks, and he turns his face towards the open door, checking if someone’s there, before closing it.

“Someone could come in any minute,” he rumbles, the excuse sounding wholly unconvincing. You know that you still have several hours before the group of customers arrives.

Changing tactic, you kneel on the bed and bend fully over the mattress again to slip a hand between your legs, showing yourself to Sam with your ass high in the air.

“Come on,” you slide a finger over your still covered folds, before pushing two fingers under the fabric of the panties and gathering your wetness. “You just have to open that pretty belt of yours and get inside me. Just like that.”

Sam’s face is sweaty and taut in his fight for the right decision. The way his jeans are bulging should push him into only one direction, though. He walks towards you at last, confirming your thoughts. Grinning in victory, you let your hand fall away from between your legs to reach your ass and give it a good squeeze before pulling a cheek to the side invitingly.

Sam’s hands go to your hips, his fingers just there for a second, before they dig into your skin and pull you against him. You can feel the line of his cock against your center, the rough stitches of the denims running against you and making you groan.

“Fuck,” you sigh as you rub yourself over him, more wetness gushing from your entrance at the size you’re feeling and hungry to get it inside you.

“The things you do to me, girl,” Sam rasps, as his fingers run under the sides of your panties and over your ass. “You kept bending over, showing me that gorgeous ass.” Sam squeezes it, and you chuckle at how exasperated but turned out he sounds. “You got yourself all dirty for me, not caring one bit about yourself as you helped me… You have no idea how fuckin’ hot you look. Without meaning to. Just-” he presses himself against you again, and you push right back with a deep moan.

“Then show me. Fuck me,” you breathe fervently.

Sam springs into action immediately, and soon you hear the metal clinking sounds of his belt buckle as he undoes it, followed by the zipper lowering. A moment later, his hands are on your hips again to pull the panties down your legs and off. He could have just pushed the fabric to the side, but you don’t really care about the details as long as he fucks you, preferably an hour ago.

Sam presses the head of his cock against your entrance, feeling the give and groaning low in his throat as your juices run over him instantly. Tired of waiting, you press back and gasp loudly when he breaches you at last, Sam having more or less the same reaction. Getting the hint, Sam slams fully inside you with a grunt and a keen from you.

“Yes, just like that,” you pant, right before you need to lower your upper body to the mattress from how hard and fast Sam is taking you.

Sam never lets go of your hips, using them to pull you back each time, giving him more depth and strength to fuck moan after scream out of you. You’re both sweating again, your skin slippery and making the whole moment all the more intense. Sam comes suddenly, and from the way he gasps and swears, it took him entirely by surprise.

What throws you for a second is when Sam pulls out, leaving you empty and squeezing around nothing, your climax so close but unattainable. At least that’s what you’d thought until Sam goes to his knees behind you. You’re about to turn around to check on what he’s doing, but Sam presses his mouth against your folds before you can do so.

“Oh fuck,” you yelp, as you feel Sam’s hot tongue licking over you and pushing it inside you a moment later, gathering both of your essences.

Sam licks over you like a man starved and then sucks on your clit. You push your face into the mattress as you scream in pleasure, your fingers twisting into the clean sheets and your hips moving back against Sam. You come with quivering legs and drawn out moans. Sam lets you come down gently, still running his tongue over your inner lips and entrance, but leaves your clit alone to not make you feel overstimulated.

You let your whole body fall to the bed and turn around once you’ve recovered to get a good look at Sam. He’s… a mess. His disheveled hair is sticking up this and that way, while his beard and mouth are wet and shiny with both of you. His eyes look glassy as he stares at you from between your knees, and you realize that he’s hard again. Getting a hand inside his hair, you pull him up towards you and into a filthy kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. Sam goes along happily, falling more between your legs as he has to crane his neck to let you kiss him. You pull at his hair, indicating for him to stand, which he does, albeit with your help, his leg making him grimace slightly. That’s why you’d gotten him up in the first place. You push him back until he falls into one of the small armchairs in the room. You straddle him a beat later and sink right back onto his length, your head falling back at the delicious feeling, your walls still fluttering from your orgasm. Sam holds you by the sides as he watches you while you move up and down, fucking yourself on him, your eyes never leaving his either. You hear a tear as Sam’s grip tightens in your dress when he’s getting close again. You groan and lean in to kiss him, wanting to be as close as possible when he comes, silently telling yourself that Sam could rip off your dress, and you wouldn’t care at all. Sam’s hips buck widely as he comes, and he groans long and deep into your mouth.

You stay in the same position for a while, both of you panting hard. You lean your head on his shoulder as you wait for your bodies to cool down. Your eyes open at some point and land on the bed you’d been making before Sam had come in.

“I think we need new sheets,” you snort, as you stare at the ruined linens.

“I think I’ll have to give the customers a discount,” Sam comments, making you burst into guilty laughter.

Two hours later, after you’ve cleaned yourselves up and done the bed again, airing out the room meanwhile, the customers finally arrive. You’ve decided to stay with Sam until the end and help him with showing the clients to their designated rooms while Sam checks them in.

“Thanks for today,” Sam says softly once you’ve settled in his room with a light dinner, sitting side by side at the table.

You lift your eyes from your plate to look at him, finding him gazing at you fondly. You let your eyes travel over his face, the gray hairs in his beard, the small lines at the corner of his eyes, his soft smile.

“Anytime,” you almost whisper, as you lean to the side for a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

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