#mlqc ling xiao smut

[voltage-vixen]

The Pleasures of Reconciliation (NSFW)

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw x MC(F)

Warnings: NSFW, vaginal sex, public sex, slight unintentional voyeurism, vaginal fingering

“Almost finished with packing,” MC muttered under her breath as she finished making her final preparations.

This month marked the anniversary of MC’s production company, and her team had suggested that they celebrate the milestone by planning an employee retreat over the upcoming long weekend. After making a few quick calls to some nearby establishments, Anna was able to secure a reservation at a campground located just beyond the outskirts of the city. The day before they left for the trip, MC had been diligently packing her belongings when an obnoxious rapping suddenly pounded on the door of her apartment. Without even waiting for MC to respond, Shaw strolled in through the entryway and casually meandered over to her bedroom where he flopped back onto the bed.  

“What’s with the bag?” Shaw scoffed, closing his eyes and resting his hands underneath his head. “Planning on going somewhere?”

“Actually yes,” MC responded, never once missing a beat as she finished putting the remaining stack of her clothes in the suitcase. “The team and I are taking a trip for the company’s anniversary. We’re planning on-”

“Cool, I suppose I’ll have no choice but to tag along,” his reply dripped nonchalantly. “Knowing you, you’re going to manage to get caught up in some type of trouble which would be an even bigger pain in the ass for me to deal with if I wasn’t somewhere close by. When do we leave?”

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“……and while she was preoccupied with trying to fix the generator, the killer grabbed her from behind and then-”

“STOP IT, MINOR!” MC screeched, before flying into the air and landing in the safety of Shaw’s lap. She huddled herself closely against Shaw’s chest, burrowing her head deep into the nook of his neck. Tonight’s moon was full and radiating down on the group as they sat around the campfire, and MC was left pondering her life choices of why she would ever agree with the group’s suggestion to exchange scary stories. 

“But I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!” Minor protested, pursuing on in carrying out the rest of his spooky tale. “Now what I was trying to say-,”

“-That instead he found a ditzy producer! BOO!” Shaw taunted, managing to tickle the side of her waist before MC slipped from his grasp and dashed like a bullet ejected from the barrel of a revolver into the dark terrain of the woods. Goosebumps coated her arms under the fleece of Shaw’s hoodie he had insisted upon her wearing; the bumps vanishing when 

“Relax, it’s only me,” Shaw’s husky voice crooned into her ear. The tension released from MC’s shoulders when she felt the familiar warmth of his breath pour onto the back of her neck. “Damn, take it easy and chill out a bit.”

“Thank god it’s only you, Shaw,” MC exhaled in relief, wiping the bead of sweat trickling from the arch of her brow. “I was so scared you were an evil woods monster or some other creep lurking about. Though I am a tad annoyed if I’m being honest! Why would you scare me when you knew how terrified I was already?!”

“Other creep?” Shaw scoffed, a dangerous tint glinting in his eyes. “Just how many creeps are you seeing? There’s no other creep out there that can satisfy you the way I can satisfy you.” 

Settling his hands on the curves of MC’s waist, Shaw fervently nudged her body forward, her chest slamming against the bark of one of the nearby trees. The evolver towered over MC from behind; his teeth leaving behind a vivid crimson trail of the assault he left on the nape of her neck. One of Shaw’s hands roamed down to the mound of her ass, his palm connecting with the soft hot flesh as he spanked MC. The provocative caresses Shaw was instilling upon the canvas of her body fanned the flames of her desire, leaving her more than ready to encompass him.

“See? Your body agrees with me,” he taunted, stifling a grunt at the way his own body responded to the way her physicality was practically begging him for more. 

“Shaw,” MC moaned, while his fingers traced electrifying jolts down her thigh as he masterfully worked at discarding her underwear to the ground. “Hey, wait a second! I’m still upset with you, you big meanie jerk head!”

Shaw chuckled as the jab of his caresses strummed against the bud of her womanhood, each stroke tantalizing and teasing, awakening a rapacious carnal hunger MC never imagined she would be capable of experiencing. 

“Meanie jerk head? What are you five?” he scoffed in amusement, relishing at the sensation of her hips grinding against him and betraying the declaration uttered more out of exasperation than annoyance. “Eh, I’ve been called far worse before. Though are you certain you want me to stop?”

“You’re already so wet and I haven’t even touched your ‘sensitive’ spot yet,” he crooned deliberately before sliding two of his fingers deep past her folds to send a shock wave of bliss that elicited a sensual cry that rang sweetly in Shaw’s ears. “Seems to me that your body doesn’t want me to stop. Do you like that, babe?”

“A-Ah, you know I do, Shaw,” MC mewled, twisting her hips in a futile attempt to grind deeper into the heat of the sweet friction. “Enough! Shaw, you must stop teasing me. I’ll forgive you already if you quit torturing me…..please. Please.”

The heat radiating from the palm of his hands as the rocker clutched the curve of her waist torched a burning flame from within. Truthfully as exhilarating Shaw found their teasing foreplay to be, the compromising position the two were in was enough to entice him into cutting their playful routine short today. Hastily discarding his pants, Shaw bit down on his lip when his erection was freed from the containment. Cupping her ass, Shaw pushed deeply into MC to enjoin the heat of their passions together. Encompassed by the tightness of her walls, Shaw hummed in pleasure at the acquainted warmth surrounding his manhood. MC hissed when he swiftly spiraled his hips into her. The thickness of his arousal stretched her further with each frenzied movement. Chewing down hard on her lip, MC had to bite down in response to the overflowing sensations of infusion from the slight pain and pleasure elicited from the impressive size of his member. 

“Fuck me, harder,” MC whined, a bubbling anticipation pooling in her belly while she yearned for the release Shaw was so close to granting her. “Harder.”

 Obeying her desires, Shaw shifted his angle to penetrate deeper into MC. His thumb traveled to her clit, stroking a pattern over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alternating the rotation of his grazes, not much time passed until MC lost herself in a rush of delectation. 

Her knees buckled from the intense jolts of pleasure coursing through the veins of her body, causing her to dip into the tree until Shaw’s hands grasped firmly around the dampened skin on her waist. 

“Running away already?” a silky guttural growl dripped into the crook of her ear. MC shivered as Shaw’s tongue traced the blushed appendage before digging his nails into the softness of her skin. “You’re even more of a fool than I assumed if you really think that was enough to leave me fully satisfied.”

A soft gasp trickled from MC’s mouth when the hot breath of her lover lingered on the surface of her neck. His need was no sooner pressed against the slick of her entrance. The woman’s body shuddered in an urgent preconception at the very forethought of that beautiful cock of his stretching her until at last she relinquished into a withering puddle of bliss.

“Hey guys, I found them! They’re over he-” 

  A breathy whimper circulating from the withdrawal of Shaw’s arousal was the only reaction MC was given time to express since no sooner did her boyfriend shift them behind the tree and out of view of the lecherous intruder. 

“Um, I’m so sorry, Boss!” Minor brooded, his fingers massaging his temples as he squinted his eyes shut to give the couple some privacy. “Please don’t fire me! I promise I didn’t see anything! In fact, let’s pretend I was never here at all”

 “Minor, wait,-”

“Uh, never mind, everybody!” Minor’s panicked voice cut MC off before she could assure her fretting subordinate. “False alarm! Let’s go search for them somewhere else! Anywhere else! Anywhere that’s not here, and far away from here!”

“Oh, good lord.” MC muttered, sighing in exasperation while Shaw snorted, absolutely tickled by the situation. “Like that wasn’t obvious at all.”

“That’s some crackerjack staff you have working for you there,” Shaw jabbed, wrapping his arms to console MC. “No need to worry though. Likely the others will believe that Minor is being Minor. Now hurry up and cover up that cute ass of yours. The mood is ruined, and it would be a pain for me to have to take care of you if caught cold. Quickly make yourself decent.”

Giving her ass a playful swat before turning to stand guard, a chuckle pursed through Shaw’s lips as MC grumbled in the pursuit of hustling to touch herself up while he redressed his lower half. Arms folded across his chest, he leaned back against the trunk of the tree and glanced into the nighttime sky. The fog of his breath danced visibly into the crisp nighttime air upon exhaling. Concerned his girl would end up really catching a cold knowing her luck, the grad student went to reprimand MC, only to be stunned when the scent of her shampoo lingered in his nostrils as the familiar weight of her head rested on his arm for support. 

“We should probably head back now,” MC conceded, reluctant to loosen the comforting grip she had on her man. Grudgingly, she began to lead the way back until Shaw’s arms suddenly were entwined around her waist. His chin rested on the top of her head, and MC detected a hint of uneasiness in the shaky sigh he exhaled.

“Hey…...you and I…., we’re cool, yeah?” 

The usual confidence (sprinkled in with a smidge of arrogance) seemed to be vacant in lieu of a restlessness that lingered as he impatiently awaited her response. Long after having forgiven him, MC had falsely assumed that the status of her annoyance with the rocker had been evident. Still, while she lusted after his too cool for school/bad boy demeanor, she equally adored and accepted Shaw’s rarely witnessed insecure side. Wriggling free of his grasp, she spun around to encircle her arms around his neck. 

“You’re forgiven, Shaw,” MC consoled, inclining on the tips of her toes to reach his lips. Her intent was to plant him with a kiss, but instead Shaw leaned down to nibble on her lip. 

“Just wait until next time,” Shaw lowered his voice barely loud enough for MC to hear. “Next time, I’ll treat you even nicer. You won’t regret forgiving me.”

Swiftly palming their hands together, Shaw proceeded to drag MC back to the site to reunite with the others. MC gave his hand a soft squeeze, eliciting a small smile from the evolver. 

Fighting with her blows, but making-up isn’t a hell of a bad time. Though she does look cuter with that dopey grin on her face, he thought as he stole a glance at the expression of content radiating from MC’s features.

Returning her squeeze with his own, he heartily accepted the warmth of her shoulder pressing against his arm as they returned to the site. Basking in the glow from their interrupted rendezvous earlier, Shaw was already scheming how to annoy MC enough so that he could whisk her away to finish his tantalizing apology during another time.

#mr. love queen's choice #mlqc shaw #mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #ling xiao #this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile now #so of course i get the urge to finish it randomly in the middle of the night #😂

[otonymous]

One Stormy Night (MLQC Gavin x Shaw drabble - NSFW)

This is for all the folks that requested a Shaw/Ling Xiao x Gavin drabble.  Here it is.  PWP.  Way longer than I intended and possibly the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written.  And I am going straight to Hell for it. 🔥🔥🔥

Character(s): Gavin x Shaw (Ling Xiao) x Female MC Rating: Explicit WARNINGS: threesome, anal play & intercourse, sex toys, double penetration, oral sex, face sitting, first times (anal, double penetration), profanity, slight competition & possessiveness, spoilers (for Shaw’s identity)

“God, you’re good at this,” his head falls back, lavender strands fanning out over handsome features that bore a striking resemblance to the face you were sitting on, each hum of Gavin’s mouth between your thighs making your lips tighten around Shaw’s cock even as your hips dipped to fuck yourself deeper on that talented tongue.

“Wish I met you first; you could’ve practiced on me.” Electricity sparks in amber eyes as mischievous laughter erupts from deep within that broad chest, and the muscles tensing beneath you signals you to shift — fast — in a desperate attempt to prevent yet another brawl from breaking out in your bedroom.

The curtains by your window were already billowing, stirred by a sudden wind.

Gavin surfaces, cheeks and chin shiny with spit and arousal, eyes shooting daggers at the younger man who continued to lounge on your bed like he hadn’t a care in the world, lips pulled up in an easy smirk that challenged as much as it disarmed.

“He’s just kidding, Gavin.  Doesn’t mean anything by it.”  You run your hands over the officer’s firm pecs, caress placating as it hardens the nipples beneath your touch, goosebumps blooming over scarred skin in swathes.

“Relax, man.  You’re putting her on edge.”  

Muscular arms wrap around you from behind, the heat emanating from Shaw’s palms soothing as they mould to the swell of your breasts.  And at the sound of your moan — drawn out by the dexterous fingers teasing at your nipples — his pink tongue sweeps over upturned lips, goading on the man who watched with fire in narrowed eyes.

It spurs Gavin on, this competition — the burning insistence that he not be outdone in the arena he knew best: the dips and curves of your body and every little response that could be teased out of it.  So Gavin approaches with confidence, rough hands gentle as they frame your face to take what is rightfully his: you, your lips…blooming as his tongue teased at their corners just so it could slip past teeth and slide slow against your tongue, tasting every inch of your mouth.

And in doing so, irritating the younger man as only he could; by ignoring him completely.

“Hmph.”  Shaw’s snort of derision is hot on the back of your neck before he plants a kiss at the nape, soft lips pulling to the side to whisper in your ear, “You should be ready for me by now, right, baby?”

Index tracing down the line of your back to send shivers up your spine, Shaw drops to his knees, smiling to see your bottom jut out in an exaggerated curve that showed you were just as eager as he was to explore new territory.  

“Cheeky,” he laughs, biting down onto the smooth mound of your ass — the light sting of his teeth making you gasp into Gavin’s mouth.  The officer settles firm hands onto your hips in response, pulling you closer against his body in a soothing embrace.

You feel Shaw spreading your cheeks and unconsciously widen your stance, blushing at the thought of him staring so intently at such a private place, never before explored.

Virgin.  Until now.  

And when you involuntarily clench around the silicone plug held snug in your ass - preparing you for something much larger — you wonder if Shaw caught the twitch.

“Well, what do you know.  Purple is your colour after all.  As is mine.”

Shaw’s chuckle is dark, husky with lust as his thumb circles the amethyst-hued gem adorning the base of the plug, admiring the light reflecting off it in lavender beams.  The movement sends another flood of moisture to your aching pussy, throbbing as it tightens around empty space, futile in its search for satisfaction.  Knees starting to shake, you grip onto Gavin’s broad shoulders for support.

“Do you always give a running commentary during sex?  It’s annoying,” Gavin spits, brows furrowed as he breaks the kiss to glare at his brother.

“If you’re getting impatient to fuck, just say so, man.  Maybe you’ve got something up your ass as well.  From what I hear though, it’s supposed to be an enjoyable experience, so I really don’t know what your problem is—”

“Boys!  Please!  Could we maybe stop fighting and focus on the task at hand?!” 

So turned on you couldn’t even think straight, your patience was at an all-time low for anything that didn’t involve these two men sandwiching you between their genetically blessed bodies.

“Whatever you say, baby.  You call the shots here,” Shaw rises to his feet, giving you a quick peck on the cheek as he flashes you the smile that makes your stomach flutter and flip.

“I’m sorry,” Gavin ducks his head, swallows hard.  “You’re sure about this?”  His voice is low, full of concern, and it fills you with warmth as you reach up to cup his cheek in the palm of your hand.

Your nod is resolute, free of hesitation.  “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.  I know this is new, for all of us…but I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”

“We’ll be gentle, go as slow as you want.  Won’t we, bro?”  Shaw peppers your shoulders with kisses, erection pressing hot and hard against your backside until your head falls back against his chest, breasts heaving with desire that could no longer be contained.

Two sets of amber eyes meet, twin expressions mirroring each other as the brothers nod almost imperceptibly at one another; an unspoken agreement to put aside their differences for one night, solely for the sake of pleasuring the woman they were both madly in love with.

The initial slide onto Gavin’s hard cock has you gasping in shock from the sensation of fullness alone, and it takes an entire minute of focused breathing for the spasms between your legs to subside, even with the officer stroking your thighs in an attempt to soothe.

But it isn’t until Shaw’s hands are running through your hair that you realize the toy was still buried in you; that something much bigger, much longer, had yet to be introduced.  The thought has you wide-eyed — exhilarated and aroused to the point where Gavin has difficulty keeping his hips still with the way you clenched around him, arousal dripping slow onto his groin even before he had begun to thrust.

“You alright, baby?  Ready to let me in?”  Shaw’s voice is soft in your ear, and you respond by pressing a kiss to his lips before folding forward into Gavin’s open arms, lifting your bottom higher into the air.

There is a sudden flurry of activity behind you; bed dipping as Shaw reaches for the lube on your bedside table, careful to liberally coat the length of his cock to ease his entry.  And when you feel the rhythm of his breath on your ass accompanying the gradual pull of the plug from your backside, you remind yourself to relax, allowing your body to adjust to the curvature of the toy as it finally slides out to leave you feeling somewhat empty.

The sensation doesn’t last long however, not with Shaw quickly aligning himself at the entrance — “You’re so beautiful” leaving his lips as he pushes slowly, carefully, against the resistance.

“Kiss me,” Gavin commands from beneath you, lips sucking your tongue into his mouth in a desperate bid to contain the groans that mixed with your moans to feel Shaw finally sheath himself in you.  The younger man mutters a string of expletives under his breath, gripping onto the flesh of your hips and breathing deep as he tried to focus on something other than how good this felt, for fear that it would all end too soon.

Because it was good, the best thing anyone in this licentious collective had ever experienced.  And as the men began to move according to the dictates of desire — reading every movement of your body as it writhed between theirs to drive you further up the precipice of pleasure — you realized just how greedy you had become.  It didn’t matter that their lips painted the canvas of your skin with innumerable kisses, or that hands, fingers, teeth and tongue left no stone unturned in their delivery of ecstasy, you wanted more and more.  

Enough to fill you even more to bursting than you already were, with a cock buried in your pussy and another deep in your ass.

Body arching and hands indiscriminately grabbing at fistfuls of hair in a futile attempt to anchor yourself, you were nonetheless swept away — senses lost in the intensity of the stimulation between your legs.  So much so that the blinding flash of lightning just outside your window barely registered in your brain, hazy with lust.  Nor did you notice the gale force wind that suddenly appeared to sweep all your potted plants to the balcony floor, shattering loud in a messy pile of soil and terracotta shards.

No, all you noticed was the way Gavin tensed beneath you and Shaw above, practically simultaneous when they climaxed in you just as your body convulsed helplessly between the hard vice of theirs, riding out the waves of your own delirious release as if you had just survived the roughest storm of your life.

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[purple-cat-demon]

Two Can Play That Game

Pairing: Shaw x Addy (my OC)

Genre: 18+ smut time

Word Count: 2535

Warnings: protected sex, fingering, semi-public sex, mild electric stimulation, blow job, vaginal sex, swearing.

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Shaw, he was not a favorite of mine in the game at first but this cheeky bastard is slowly growing on me. Also, this is Addy's debut, I hope include her more in the future~

Another entry for @voltage-vixen Summer of Smut 2.0 challenge: July 15th: free prompt~

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“Are ya done studying yet, Pleb?”

The question came from the impatient man seated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. An exasperated sigh came from the desk six feet away. 

“We can’t all be a genius like you, jerk,” the raven haired woman retorted.

“Not with that attitude, no,” the man scoffed. A crumpled up paper hit his leg; she was actually aiming for his head. 

“Hey, don’t litter in my place,” he snarked, picking up the paper and throwing it in the wastebasket near the desk. 

Shaw got up from the couch and sauntered over to his studious girlfriend, Addy.

“You’re coming to Live House tonight, right?”

“If I get my studying done, yes.”

“Good, we have a gig tonight so you better come,” he said, kissing the top of her head. Green eyes flashed up at him, and she stuck her tongue out.

“If someone would stop pestering me, I’d get this done faster…”

“Tch, whatever,” a devilish grin spread across Shaw’s face, “I know what’ll motivate ya.”

“Oh?”

Addy turned toward her boyfriend, cocking an eyebrow at him as he disappeared into his walk in closet.

“Yeah, gimme a few minutes,” he called back. She went back to her textbook to see what the next lesson was.

“Okay, ready,” he said, walking out of the closet. She turned around and her jaw dropped at the sight. It was a simple outfit really, but for whatever reason, Shaw made it ten times hotter; blue jeans with the knees ripped, a grey tank top fraying at the hem with a yellow lightning bolt on it. In his hand were his Doc Marten boots, her favorite pair of his.

“Well? You’re coming now, right,” he said, smirking.

“Cheeky bastard,” she said under her breath as she went back to her textbook, a deep flush on her cheeks threatening to give away her excitement. He flopped back on the couch to put his boots on.

“What was that, love?”

“I said, ‘I’ll be there,’” she lied, grumbling at her boyfriend. He snickered at her response, it was so easy to rile Addy up and Shaw relished in it. Getting up from the couch once more, Shaw walked over to Addy, placing his hands on the desk, caging her in. He then placed a kiss on her temple.

“Okay, doors open at 6pm and we go on at 7pm, see ya there.”

“Mhm,” she replied, not sparing her boyfriend a look back as he left the room. Glancing at the time on her phone, 4:45pm, she buckled down to get her studying done; after all she had plans to keep. 

It was 6:50pm and Shaw checked the audience at Live House for his girlfriend but there was still no sign of her. Irritated, he decided to give Addy a text,

<<Hey, you coming, or what?? I don’t see you…>>

Little did he know, Addy was already there, enjoying a Midori Sour. She had asked their friend, Connor, the bouncer, to let her in from the side entrance since Shaw was at the main entrance, greeting people as they filtered into Live House. A buzz came from her phone sitting on the table she was at, just out of sight of the stage.

<<Oh you’ll see me when you come on stage, be patient>>

As soon as she hit send, she got up and made her way to the front of the audience pit.

“What the hell…,” he muttered while getting his bass and then lined up at the side of the stage.

The stage went dark as the DJ resounded over the PA system.

“Alright everyone, let’s welcome Isolated onto the stage!”

The crowd erupted with cheers as the band members filtered onto the stage. One by one, the spot lights lit up each member. Despite being blinded by them, Shaw somehow managed to find Addy standing right next to the stage. He couldn’t make out exactly what she was wearing but her top definitely didn’t have any straps or sleeves. He gulped down the dryness in his throat and focused on getting his bass ready; he felt his face get slightly warm. Jensen sauntered up to the mic with a swagger that made a few of the audience members whistle. Both Adam and Shaw rolled their eyes in jest as Frankenstein counted them in for the first song. The melody was fast and hard and very much something that Shaw had a hand in creating, same with the lyrics. Addy nodded along and swayed her hips to Shaw’s bass playing; getting lost in the rhythm. The next two songs were originals, each one as banging as the first song. The fourth and fifth songs were covers, one being Green Day’s ‘Holiday’ with Shaw on vocals; the other was Black Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’ with Jensen back on vocals. As soon as the final note of ‘Paranoid’ hit, the stage went dark and the audience cheered. The DJ came back on the PA,

“Alright y’all, the band’s gonna take a small break so be back here in 15 minutes!”

Addy snuck over to the hallway leading to backstage where Connor had taken over guarding. 

“Hey Connor, can I go see my man?”

The bouncer smiled and let her pass by.

“Give your man a nice ‘hello’, he looked pretty bummed when he didn’t see you earlier.”

“Of course~,” she called back as she went down the hallway. Shaw nearly bumped into his girlfriend as he came down the steps from the stage.

“Whoa, heeey there you are! Where have you been?”

“I got here a little after 6pm, Connor let me in through the side gate.”

“Why,” Shaw asked, looking slightly confused.

“Because,” she sidled up closer to him, “I wanted to make you sweat a little after being a jerk earlier.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, “someone’s being a little petty.”

His hand came up to her cheek; he quickly realized he hadn’t seen the outfit she was wearing. He stood back a bit in admiration of her wardrobe choice. She had on a black tube top that did very little to conceal all her cleavage; the red plaid skirt was adorned with two black studded belts criss-crossing each other on her right side. Now the black boots she had on he had seen her wear on numerous occasions; they came up to just below her knee and were of a matte finish. They made her about an inch taller but still not quite as tall as her boyfriend but a bit better than her 5’6” height allowed.

“Wow, I like this get-up, very easy access,” he smirked, a devilish glint flashed in his eyes.

“Mmmm, thought you would,” she purred, running her hand down his side and moving herself closer. His lips crashed into hers, tongues in an all out battle for dominance with Shaw eventually winning due to Addy stopping abruptly. She swatted at his hands that had ventured toward her rear.

“Ah, ah,” she chided, wagging her finger, “not until your gig is done.”

“Well, don’t try to give me blue balls then, woman,” he retorted, “no one needs to see THAT while I’m on stage.”

“I do~,” she cheekily remarked.

Shaw scoffed and was about to talk back when Adam called to him from backstage, “hey Shaw, break’s over in five minutes!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he called back, rolling his eyes, “all right, baby, I better get back up there.”

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips then turned to leave.

“Wait,” Addy stopped him, turned and lifted her skirt enough for Shaw to see her bare ass. His jaw dropped and he was about to say something but she had already disappeared past Connor.

“Oh… two can play that game…,” he said, heading up the stage steps. He hailed Adam and Jensen down with a request.

“Hey, can we play ‘Celebrity Skin’ next?”

The two band mates looked at each other.

“Sure, but why now,” Jensen asked as Shaw took off his tank top.

“My girl thought she could out tease me,” he responded, slicking his hair back, “I’m getting my revenge.”

Both Adam and Jensen snickered as Shaw grabbed a guitar. Shaw knew the lyrics and the main guitar part; and he also knew how much it drove Addy wild when he was initially practicing it.

Addy settled back into her original spot at the front of the audience pit; unbeknownst of her boyfriend’s playful revenge that was about to unfold. The stage went dark and Isolated quickly shuffled into place. That familiar guitar riff resounded with a spotlight lighting up Shaw as he belted the opening lyrics to ‘Celebrity Skin.’ Now it was Addy’s turn to have her jaw drop at the delicious sight of her boyfriend on stage. Topless, slicked back hair and shredding on the guitar like it was completely natural; those next three minutes were absolutely torturous to her.

“Touché, asshole,” she muttered, her face red as he looked directly at her and winked. The crowd roared when the song ended and Shaw quickly scurried off to grab his bass, not missing a beat as they went into the next song.

The second set seemed to last eternity to the now incredibly aroused Addy, since Shaw kept that look up the entire time. Her focus went from his bare chest, to his nimble fingers, to her realizing how much she was pressing her thighs together. Oh, he was gonna pay for putting her in this state while in public.

As soon as the gig ended, Addy made her way back to the hallway to backstage where Connor promptly let her through. She zeroed in on Shaw as he stepped down the last step. He didn’t have time to react as she grabbed his hand and bolted down the hallway; his band mates cat calling after the two. As they meandered through the labyrinth that was behind the stage area, Addy tried all the door knobs, finally finding one that was open. They dashed into a storage room, with Shaw closing and locking the door behind them. He had been grinning the entire time because he knew the flustered state his girlfriend was in currently. Addy turned and pinned Shaw to the door with both hands on his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

An exasperated sigh left her lips as she looked him in the eyes. 

“You’re such an asshole sometimes, you know that?”

He smirked triumphantly, happy with the success of his revenge.

“You shouldn’t have teased me so much. I half was expecting a lacy thong or even a G-string. Didn’t know you could be this brazen.”

His hands came up to hers at his shoulders and brought them to her sides as he leaned forward to kiss her.

“Do you know how hard it was to focus after seeing that little lewd display?”

His hands then went to her waist, pulling her closer to his body. The warmth emanating from his body soothing her flustered state. She took one of his hands and brought it up under her skirt to her core; Shaw’s eyes widened at how wet she was.

“Heh, guess you were having a hard time too,” he panted, curling two of his fingers into her. Her breath hitched as she stumbled forward; he brought his fingers to her lips.

“Suck.”

She did so in a manner that made him rock hard. After she cleaned off his fingers, Addy stepped back and pulled out a condom from her phone case wallet.

“Always prepared, that’s my girl~”

She beamed and handed it over to him but he refused to take it.

“Oh, no no. You do the honors.”

The most mischievous grin spread across her face, “as you wish~”

She kneeled down and while looking up at Shaw, she tugged her tube top down. Shaw’s throat went dry as she slowly removed his belt and pulled the zipper down. One good yank of his boxers and his length was released from its confines. Addy stared at it like a predator looking over its prey; a naughty glint in her green eyes made Shaw just a smidge nervous. Just as he was about to ask her what she was doing, her tongue darted out and slowly licked the underside of his length.

“O-oh f-fuck…,” his breath caught in his throat; he looked down at her with desperation in his caramel eyes. 

“H-hey, I thought you were gonn-,” his question quickly cut off at the sudden warmth surrounding his dick as she took him in her mouth. He threw his head back and accidentally hit the door behind him. He hissed at the dull ache behind his head but quickly forgot about it when Addy’s giggling caused irresistible vibrations around his length.

She let him go and glanced up at her frazzled boyfriend; quite pleased with her work, she promptly placed the condom on his dick. Glancing around the room, she looked for something she could bend herself over on. There were a couple of costume trunks she spied in an easily accessible corner; she guided Shaw over to there, her ass lightly grinding up against him. A low growl emanated from him as he bent her over the trunk. He lifted the skirt up and lazily dragged his dick along her slick folds before pushing into her; both moaning at the intimate connection. His thrusts started out languid, mostly to further tease his girlfriend. He happened to notice Addy reaching to stroke her clit and immediately swatted her hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing,” he asked as he leaned forward, “you want something extra? I can give that to ya.”

He snaked his right arm around to her clit and ever so slightly shocked it with his evol. She gasped as her walls suddenly constricted from that sensation. 

“How was that? Or do ya want it a little stronger?”

Feeling a little adventurous, Addy turned toward him, “m-maybe a little s-stronger?”

“Okay,” he purred, and his hand went back to her clit, giving it a slightly stronger jolt. She arched back and cried out as she came hard from that second jolt. As her walls constricted further from her climax, Shaw’s release came a few seconds later. He slowly rolled his hips a couple more times before pulling out of her, thoroughly exhausted. Looking around, he found a couple of clean rags to dry his girlfriend off, Addy turned and carefully took the condom off and tied it. She remembered seeing a trash can in the hallway and decided to toss it there. Their breathing finally evened out and they giggled at each other. 

“Horny brat,” Addy said, socking Shaw in the arm.

“Hey, you’re just as bad. And if you’re gonna pull something like this again,” he gestured to her outfit, “I want it to be a private showing.”

“Yes sir,” she playfully saluted as Shaw shook his head. He opened the door and peeked out to see if they were in the clear. They were, so they found the back entrance and disappeared into the night; hurrying back to Shaw’s place to get cleaned up properly and maybe a round two in the shower~

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Just saw this for mysme, but could I possibly indulge myself and ask for a MLQC headcannon or fic of the boys having a wet dream about MC? Whatever you’re feeling my love ♥️ Thank you for your beautiful work 💕💕

Thank you for your request! I hope this satisfy you haha 

NSFW below

Victor

„Victor~” your voice filled with need was one of the giveaways of how much you wanted him. And when you spread your legs, sitting in front of him on the desk in his office to show him that in the morning you had totally on purpose forgotten to put on your underwear, something inside him cracked and within seconds your skirt was on the floor.

Blood boiled in his veins and was reaching his cock, causing him to lose his temper. You were so beautiful with cheeks tinted a light shade of pink and eyes begging him to fuck you, he was unable to resist you.

A whimper left your plumped lips when cool fingers of one of his hands marveled upon your slick folds while the other hand made a quick work of his belt and zipper. You kissed him, or maybe he kissed you. It didn’t really matter. You were both too lost in a moment to care.

„So good—” Your moan reached his ears drowning his own groan as his hard length disappeared in you. A feeling so heavenly familiar yet excitingly new every single time his cock was enveloped by your heat.

The scent of your arousal - sweat mixed with floral perfumes, your sweet cries of pleasure as he was senselessly pounding into you, your warmth that was so inviting he—

Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt

Startled, he woke up in his bed, his pajamas disheveled and sheets creased. He turned off the alarm clock, then ran a hand over his face to discover that his forehead was covered with sweat.

A low grumble got out of his chest. He instinctively glanced over to the other side of the bed, where he would normally find your figure sleeping under the covers, but now it wasn't there due to the business trip you were taking. 

Usually he could control himself and his lust, but your absence was taking its toll on him, and he'd had dreams like that for several nights now. 

Ignoring the aching hardness in his pants, he grabbed the phone to see if he had received any messages from you. And when he saw you assured him in one of your text messages that you would be home tonight that day, his member throbbed a bit.

He replied with a simple „I’ll be waiting” but in his head he already saw all the places and positions he would take you in. He had to make you regret leaving him for so long.

But for now his hand had to be enough

Gavin

Too much. 

The sight of your breasts bouncing with every swift move you made, the heavenly sounds escaping your plump lips and the way your warmth welcomed him back with your every move accompanied by his feverish thrusts.

It was all just too much for Gavin.

His large hands caught your hips to encourage you to move more and as his calloused fingers dug harder into your flesh, his name left your mouth making him unable to think properly.

„Gavin!” 

Your hands mindlessly wandered along the edges of his muscles and with every second your nails were digging more and more into officer’s skin leaving moon-shaped marks. He was barely controlling himself, every time you rode him, he would had to hold himself back in order not to finish too early. 

He recognized all the signs that you were close. Your hands clenched into fists on his chest as your eyes rolled back, and your pussy squeezed his cock tighter and tighter with every move. 

He had always thought you were beautiful, but it was in those moments when you were on verge, ready to plunge into the abyss of pleasure, that he considered you the most alluring.

Gavin let himself get lost in pleasure knowing yours would come soon enough and when one of your hands went to grab his hair and tugged lightly he—

Ring ring ring

He sit up frantically trying to stop the noise that caused him to wake up. Because of his actions his phone, still ringing, dropped to the floor making Gavin frown. 

Who was calling him on the early Saturday morning?!

Picking up his phone, and seeing your smiley face along with your name on it, he started panicking a bit vividly remembering his dream. Dude, relax, she doesn’t know

„Gavin? Where are you?” 

„What do you mean?” He asked shifting uncomfortably on the bed. There was a big contrast between your voice in his dream and your voice now but hearing it still made him blush.

„You were supposed to help me with rearranging the living room today! Did you forget?”

Shit, he forgot

„Ugh, no. Of course not. I’m on my way.” He mumbled. „See you soon.” He hung up before you could say anything more as he collapsed on the pillow. Painfully aware of his erection he tried not to think about you but it was too hard. He could make love to you a thousand times before but still be turned on even by smallest things so a dream like that was a lot to handle for him.

He groaned, got up and made himself presentable enough to go to your apartment. On the way out he grabbed a few packs of condoms, you know, just to be prepared in case of… ekhem

Lucien

„Professor, please.” Was the only thing able to be heard in one of the lecture halls one day in the early evening. 

Your body devoid of any clothes was leaning over a large mahogany desk with your ass sticking out in the direction of Lucien, who was sitting in an office chair with a smug grin plastered to his face. His hands folded over his chest as he was watching your curves swaying slightly in anticipation of what’s to come. 

„Naughty girls do not get their treats.” He mused.

„Please! I know I was a bad student falling asleep on your lecture! I’m sorry, now please, please~”

Tired after a long period of teasing from the professor, all you wanted to do was to release the tension he'd been building inside you. But you knew you weren't gonna get what you wanted if you weren't cooperating so you patiently waited for Lucien's next move with your hands clutching the edge of a desk. 

Okay, maybe not so patiently.

You wiggled your ass and arched your back moaning his name. Your juices freely ran down your thighs glistering in the evening light of the setting sun pouring through large windows. A heavenly sight, he would think.

After a moment of silence you heard quiet metal sounds as he was unbuckling his belt and in an instant Lucien’s hands were on your hips. With a delicate kiss between your shoulder blades and a squeeze to your rear, his whole length disappeared inside you. 

The warmth that enveloped his member was addicting and he would never get tired of it. Plunging in and out of you at an insane speed all he wanted to was bring you to your release, that would trigger his and he would spill inside of you or on your ass, he hasn’t decided yet. 

You were close, and he was close and—

Beep beep beep

The sound of his alarm clock has never startled him until now. Usually he would be waking before it even had the chance to start ringing. 

His eyes shot open and for a second he didn’t know if he was still dreaming or not. But the grayish reality brought him back to earth. 

He wasn’t one to like his own dreams, usually they were nightmares, although today he wanted to go back to sleep and finish what he started. Yet, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. 

He reached over to the other side of the bed to hug your body to his chest and leave some butterfly kisses along the back of your neck.

After all, if he couldn't go back to sleep, he’d make his dream come true.

You moaned causing more hot blood run downwards to his member. In that moment he knew he would not let you go until he had you ravished.

„Wake up, butterfly. I think you owe me some apology for falling asleep on my lecture.” He whispered into your ear before grinding into your rear, making you very much awake.

Kiro

The couch in the music studio wasn’t the most comfortable piece of furniture you’ve ever sit on, let alone have been fucked on, but with Kiro every place was good enough to make passionate love. So when Savin left the room with the producer to discuss more details of Kiro’s next album and the blonde send you one of his trademark smiles promising mischief, you knew what you were up to.

Moments later you were pinned to the cushions with your blouse unbuttoned and Kiro’s lips attached to one of your nipples kissing, biting and licking. 

You tried to keep quiet but there was nothing more that your boyfriend loved than your sweet moans so he made everything to make sure you would whimper and whine with his every move. All the people outside the room be damned.

His painfully hard length brushed against your bare thigh and when you buckled your hips to have some sort of friction one of his hands held you in place. He found your pout adorable and sexy at the same time.

„Someone’s impatient.” He sang as he positioned himself in front of your drenched pussy.

„Kiro~”

His thrusts were deep and hard and so so good your eyes were rolling back with each and every one of them. The way you clenched around him caused shivers to his spine.

„I’m close~” you sang, and when you finally reached your peak he found himself unable to control his release further. A few more snaps of his hips and—

Bang bang bang

„Kiro, wake up! You’re gonna be late for your rehearsal!” A voice, one that definitely did not belong to you, was yelling outside his hotel room door. „I’m gonna cut out all of your sweets if you won’t wake up!” Ugh, Savin

„I’m comin’. Give me a few minutes.” His reply was muffled by a pillow he put on his head but somehow his manager still heard him and left him alone. 

Palming himself through his pajama shorts he grabbed his phone and quickly dialed your number hoping you would pick up. And you did after a few signals.

„Kiro? Hello! Are you up?” Your melodious voice was a pleasant sound to his ears. 

„Good morning, Miss Chips.” His usual high voice was lower by a few octaves making you shiver at the other side of the call. „Was I in your dreams last night just as you were in mine? Because I think you should make it up to me for not being able to finish.”

You knew exactly what he meant. It wasn’t the first time you and Kiro would have phone sex due to his constant travelling and to be honest every time he called you would wish it was this time of a phone call. 

You rapidly sucked in a breath which made his cock twitched in his pants.

„Oh, Kiro~” Luckily you were still at home, so you had some time for him. 

„I hope you know that when I come back, I won’t let you leave the bed.” He purred into the phone making you wet already. „But for now this has to be enough.”

Shaw

Your mouth around his cock had been his dream ever since the first time he’d seen you. 

Those pink lips stretched out to fit his girth and gentle hands pumping what you couldn't fit - he thought about it at least once a day.

So when one evening you stepped in the shower with him and dropped to your knees, Shaw thought the heavens finally listened to his pleas. 

You started slow, hungrily staring at his member, which gave him a big boost to his ego. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and hell, was he proud of that.

He slipped his hand through your hair and rested his back against the wall, letting the warm water run down his muscles freely.

„C’mon, baby.” With a little encouragement you started licking and sucking at the head. Shaw’s grip in your hair tightened causing you to moan and finally take him all into your mouth. What you couldn’t reach was enveloped in your hand.

Everything about it was perfect. How you were bobbing your head, how you were gagging with his every thrust making your throat squeeze slightly around his cock, how you would hum feeling him getting close. He had no idea where you had learned giving a blowjob so well but he wasn’t the one to complain.

A few more second and he could reach heaven with your lips around him. A few more—

Ding dong ding dong

Oh fuck

So it was a dream after all

He groaned, tossed around the mattress and stretched out before standing up to see who was knocking on his door so early in the morning interrupting his good time. Sharky lying in the corner of the room gave him a look that Shaw could only describe as disgusted, at what the man muttered "What are you staring at?”. 

Ding dong ding dong

He opened the door to reveal your annoyed, a little red face with wide eyes staring at him angrily. 

„Shaw! I’ve been standing here for— Hmph!” He interrupted you with his lips on yours and his hand around your waist pulling your figure into his chest. He didn’t even let you take a breath kissing you hungrily.

He didn’t know why you came to see him probably because you two had agreed to meet on that day and he overslept but he didn’t give a damn. He had a big problem in his pants caused by you and you were the one who was gonna solve it.

He slammed the door, slung you over his shoulder and carried you into the bathroom ignoring your confused screams.”I have to take a shower, right? I just woke up.” He told you with a hint of mischief in his tone and you knew what was going to happen.

Maybe gods did listened to his pleas after all

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Sam, how do u feel about that new karma drop (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)? Also I feel like that photo of the "beheaded gorilla" looked like those wireless bluetooth speakers on a stand but I could be wrong xD

Heyho nonny!

Not gonna lie, that's one fine bomb to drop on a regular Wednesday.

PG has been lurking around the idea of using a red lipstick for a while now, so I think it's pretty cool to put it in motion. I like all of the karmas in general, both our LIs and MC. They are all so aesthetically tasteful.

There are no spoilers in this post, but my answer includes suggestive remarks below this line.

Victor

I like the gear elements on his broche, it brings a new light to his character signature "time"

Him laying on a bed of roses reminds me of his Courtyard Date, but I think it wasn't roses on that date.

MC's dress is superb. If it weren't for the censorship, I'm pretty sure PG would have cut her slit deeper...and maybe Victor's in the karma missing right hand would find its way in there ;)

MC's mark on his neck...close to his Adam's apple is one fine touch ;)

If it were for me I would probably leave the golden tie, but Victor's outfits are not always fashionable, so I'll give him a pass ^_^

Kiro

We cannot see much of his outfit, but it looks slightly more modest than of the other guys. Looks good on him nonetheless.

The black ribbon reminds me of his Valentine's 2020 karma.

I don't know what to think about putting teddy bear into this narrative though. Not my cup of tea I guess.

His kissing mark on MCs back is the sexiest imo. Usui had once kissed Misaki like this in Maid Sama. That's pretty sexy ♆

Again, gorgeous dress MC!

Lucien

I like all of MCs dresses, but the one here deserves a crown, The belt, the matching necklace, the "Belle from Beauty and the Beast" dress, the color. Just everything.

With such a dress with bardot cut, she was asking for a kiss on the collarbone. Such a waste. How could Lucien miss that I wonder 🤔

We have to wait for the date but it feels like PG tuned down Lucien a notch.

But MC sitting on his lap...#megusta

His pre evol outfit is simple but elegant. Suits Lucien's style very well.

Gavin

It was an agonizing wait in the PV to finally see Gavin's card, but when it finally did...of boy!

I was very frustrated by the lack of spice on his birthday, but I think PG might make it up by this date.

Gavin's outfits are absolutely stunning since a year. Only he could wear a slit blazer and carry it like a boss. Seriously, I can't wait to see his full sprite.

The beheaded gorilla is actually another analog camera that looks like a gorilla, one needs to zoom in real good 😁

How the lillies turn from white to black, how Gavin is topping MC on the floor and finds his position between her legs (again). I have a good feeling that this date won't disappoint us (❦ꇴ❦) (which it didn't and I gushed all about it in detail here)

Shaw

Gotta admit, still struggling with accepting Shaw as a LI

Ripped jeans is always a pass for me :D and seeing MC in all black is a rare sight and sooo Black Queen-y

His pre-evolve CG has the vibes of a contemporary Elvis with a waist belt, flipped up high collar. It kinda suits him.

With his chest so out in the open, MC should've left a mark there if you ask me.

But still, Shaw is not my man.

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[janumun]

Weathering With You - General NSFW Headcanons (Gavin and Shaw)

Almost two weeks late in dropping these NSFW head-canons for Shaw’s birthday and since it’s in honor of Lightning McFingers’ birthday, I present to you this long and horny retreat for sweet man, Gavin as well. 

Tags: body worship, jealousy, vaginal and oral sex, edging, dry humping.

Happy Reading! 

Gavin

Your first time with Gavin is a night you have to set the ball rolling.

Regardless of the amount of time you’ve been together (be it two weeks or two years), Gavin would never ask you to sleep with him unless he was absolutely sure you were ready to take the next step in your relationship.

The two of you often find yourselves in each other’s arms; inquisitive fingers rushing across the other to touch and hold. Gavin is intent on mapping and memorizing each and every single one of your reactions. 

How the swipe of his tongue against the seam of your lips makes you shiver in his grasp, the way your fingers sink into and tug at his hair asking for more. The way your breasts press, impossibly soft, against the hard planes of his heaving chest. Gavin is here to commit to memory each and every single response: what makes you feel good, what makes you melt within his arms. Every. Single. Thing.

Sweet kisses transforming into sultry make-out sessions.

The two of you hot and bothered, hands threaded within and tugging at those impossibly soft locks, limbs entwined as you grind your fully clothed pussy against the ridge within Gavin’s pants. Low groans escaping into your mouth at the stimulation and you’re here, empty and aching for him before Gavin stills your hips. Damp lips drawing back from yours with a soft smooch and you’re mesmerized by the sight of his lips: swollen and glistening with the way you’d been kissing him moments earlier.

Gavin breaking the spell with a resigned pull of those lips into a smile, “We should stop for today.” Pressing his mouth against your temple in a chaste kiss before he climbs off of you entirely, immediately leaving you bereft of his warmth, unable to gather words to call him back to you.

Enduring weeks of similar back-and-forth before you finally decide to pitch the ball into his court and let him decide. You’re ready and if he is too —

Guiding Gavin’s lips back to yours, just as he moves to withdraw after having seen you back to your front door after one particular date night.

Your lips are fervent as they move against his; almost as desirous as the assured hands you feel trailing across your back to pull you closer into him. The need to breathe is what finally wrenches you apart, chests heaving against each other’s.

Gavin‘s a hot mess. Pupils blown wide, hair mussed — painting a sexy picture, only God knows how he manages to maintain — thanks to the conquest of your fingers. Mouth wet and slightly parted… before it curves into a loving smile. The blush barely dusting his cheeks is difficult to discern under the defective flickering light in the hallway. But you know it’s there after your particularly steamy kiss.

If you’ve learned to read him even the slightest bit over the course of your relationship, you know the thumbs slipping across either sides of your hips in tentative, delectable circles - leaving heat to spark and bloom at your very core - are clear signs of his reluctance to let go of you.

Letting himself feel you for as long as you allow him before he bids you farewell, leaving you with another night and a serious case of blue ovaries.

Not tonight if you can help it.

You finally throw the question out there and the prolonged silence that follows has you doubting all your plans and thoughts before Gavin swipes your mind clean of everything except for the feeling of plush lips that press against yours, until you’re both walking back into your apartment, unwilling to let go of each other.

His hands are everywhere all at once: gentle fingers carding through the strands of your hair, worshiping hands that cup and squeeze around the shape of your breasts. Your nipples hardening beneath the cups of your bra to feel the heat of his caressing thumbs, even over your clothes. Your resulting moan swallowed up by his eager mouth.

It’s not until you blindly stumble back into furniture within your still dark apartment, does Gavin hoist you up and into his arms. Striding towards your room in quick, purposeful steps even as you refuse to let his mouth stay idle.

Trapped in between the comfort of cool sheets beneath and his hard, unyielding body above, your heart does an odd pitter-patter before it stumbles altogether over its own beats when Gavin’s lips, reassuring and gentle, press against your forehead.

Clear brown eyes meet yours, the love in them so overwhelming; your breath catches in your throat at the sheer intensity of it before Gavin asks you once more, lifting your palms and folding a kiss into the skin apiece, “Are you sure about this?”

And when you nod, it’s as if it’s him who has been granted a great gift — a tender smile pulling across his face — instead of you who gets to love and cherish this amazing man for the entire night.

Meticulous and attentive in his ministrations; his fingers thrust and scissor into you, coax wetness to spill abundant onto pastel sheets. 

You’ve never been this aroused, never ached this terribly for a man and a sigh of relief, unbidden, leaves your mouth when at last, Gavin slides his cock into you, filling you up just as you’ve wanted for so, so long.

Gavin’s style of lovemaking relies heavily on bodily worship.

The man likes to take his time during foreplay. Never one to rush; no matter how his lust begs him to take you right that instant. Gavin enjoys witnessing pleasure as it blooms unfettered across your face as much as he enjoys being inside you.

Pink tongue sweeping a path across moist lips before he moves to capture a nipple in between, tongue swirling across the puckered flesh as he sucks it into his mouth. Your body arches against the sensation of Gavin’s lips and fingers, teeth sinking into the plush of your lower lip as you attempt to regulate the sounds issuing from your lips without restraint.

You’re so incredibly wet; you hear the obscene squelch of your arousal as Gavin’s fingers sink into you. Drawing out moisture to drag across your clit until you’re moaning for him to take you.

Gavin is rarely assertive, tending to avoid ‘foisting’ his desires onto you but when your Officer gets jealous…

The way the LFG CEO offers a crooked elbow for you to take. Dark eyes following your movements, the subtle stretch of a smile Victor thinks he hides well despite the bite in his words. calling you an idiot as you stumble in your high heels. The arms that come around your waist to steady — the final nail in this coffin, scattering Gavin’s rationality and self-control to the winds —  before your boyfriend can move forward, much to his chagrin.

The only thing left for Gavin to do is watch as you accompany Victor as his ‘business date’ to an official gathering; a celebrity event he volunteered to stand guard for; his cover as a Loveland Police Department’s Officer—

The cheek you left your kiss against before you parted ways, feels cools to the touch as gloved digits try and chase the phantom heat from your lips, long gone. An indescribable emotion, intense and turbulent gathering form within Gavin to watch how Victor keeps you close to his side, the careful way he guides you across the dance floor and the blood Gavin bites back to see you within the arms of another. He’s at his limit.

Sweeping you away from the throng of guests you excuse yourself from, you find yourself pinioned into a shadowed alcove by Gavin’s strong body, away from prying eyes. 

Heated lips and pulsing tongue working against your neck in between short bursts of breath as if Gavin’s trying to reign in control — a task he’s miserably failing at.

Possessive hands he hooks around your hips to propel you against him and you moan to feel the hard ridge of his arousal grinding against your mound.

Gavin’s hardly sparing you breaths in between the sultry kisses you two exchange, tongue meeting yours in aggressive strokes. No words are exchanged and you’re pressed in place, unwilling to let go, under that fiery gaze; lust and jealousy sharpening his arousal to a keen edge.

You rarely see this unbridled side of him but you can’t bring yourself to tamp down the gush of wetness it floods in between your legs to witness him in this manner.

Gavin adores the way you look. It doesn’t matter whether you fit into society’s conventional standards of beauty or not; whether you’re short or tall, whatever your skin color, your proportions — Gavin has loved you from the moment he witnessed the girl with the low, side ponytail, dashing across the street in her soaked blazer.

Has loved the delicate fingers that danced across the piano keys while he listened on in silence from outside the music room’s window; hidden among the foliage of his usual gingko tree.

And he loves them still as he watches them card through those silken locks he so loves to bury his face against once he’s inside you — your digits combing through and undoing the careful braid you’d put up for the night as you sit in front of the vanity. Reaching for your make-up wipes as you carefully peel away the layers you put on to face the world: his confident and beautiful girlfriend.

Gavin always finds you stunning but the thought of him being a person you’re comfortable enough with, to let your hair down and... just relax; completely devoid of the masks you don on in public — both physical and emotional — shed to reveal you to his sight alone.

And when you meet his eyes in the mirror and catch him watching you… the blush, that smile spreading radiant enough across your face, your eyes crinkle at the corners in your happiness as you ask him to tie your hair up for you.

Overwhelming love and desire within him rising to a crescendo as he moves to stand behind you. Careful fingers sinking into your hair as he moves to tie it up. His lips pressing against the crown of your head, trailing down; soft kisses left into the crook of your neck as you shiver within his embrace.

Your hands guiding his against your breasts, your stomach… further down underneath your skirts as you ask for more. Gavin is helpless to resist.

Gavin has never been one for jokes; ribbing just not something he finds amusement in.

Until you.

You see how Gavin attracts the female populace at your work place; the sheer number of eyes that follow him whenever your boyfriend drops in for a visit.

Leather clad fingers reaching to remove his helmet; a hand he runs through those soft, mussed locks to make himself presentable before dismounting his bike. Long, purposeful strides he takes towards you. Those keen amber eyes that stay fixated on yours, a barely discernible smile pulling the corners of his mouth to catch sight of you. Your breath catches in your throat just as the countless, woeful sighs rising from your surroundings to be blessed by the sight of the ‘Boss’ Hot Cop Boyfriend.’

It’s as if Gavin doesn’t even realize the extent of his own destructive sensuality.

And your insistence upon letting him know just how gorgeous he is — multiple times — often spills a blush:, faint but sure, across his cheeks.

And when you do so in bed—

Gavin is pulling you under him; that beautiful body exposed to your sight alone and the red flares hotter across your cheeks now. The corner of his mouth pulling into a handsome smile, rendered even more devastating by the amusement put in it by the knowing twinkle in his eye. Flattered by the absolute knowledge of his effects on you.

Your mind is completely gone by the time he pulls your hands across his broad chest, fingers brushing against the firm pebbling of his nipples on their way down his torso. Mapping across his abdominal ridges. Tracing each perfectly toned line and dip. Down, down until your fingers wrap around the length of his cock and you moan to feel how hard his desires leave him for you. This beautiful man; yours alone.

And when you stroke his cock, Gavin’s dipping towards you; eager mouth parting yours to let his tongue taste hot against yours. You’re intoxicated.

Shaw

Romantic entanglements have never held any particular meaning for Shaw.

The emotional intricacies of sex incomprehensive; almost foolish in his eyes. Extending no farther than the physical pleasure he derives from it. Sex has always been more of a need that requires fulfillment — the same as food or water — for Shaw. The ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ policy is the one he holds true to.

He’s not ignorant enough to believe love does not exist in between individuals; rather, he accepts that ‘love’, no matter how celebrated and strong, does not last. Fading into indifference — if not hate — until nothing remains of it. That belief stems from his perception of human nature. Their emotions at any given moment; are transient and will not last—

—is what he considers true. Until he meets you.

Indeed, Shaw has never been one to dally during the act of sex. No kisses exchanged in affection, no attachments nurtured (at least, not from his side); it’s almost a cold, calculated sort of union despite all his facetious energy in bed. But with you, it’s different. Somehow important. The pieces he does not yet possess, of a rather disconcerting puzzle.

Shaw likes to take his time with you. When you two have sex, Shaw finds himself enjoying your body’s reaction to his touches, much to his initial surprise.

When Shaw has you in bed with him — those skilled fingers and mouth are constantly busy mapping their path across your body. Plucking a myriad of responses from you, as deft as the work of his digits across the bass when Shaw is up on stage.

The way your nipples pebble into erect tips, begging for his attentions when he releases his mouth from around the wet nubs. Your breasts when they tremble with the intensity of your arousal; struggling for every single breath in between moans of his name. When a blush spills fast and wide across your chest to voice your desire to have him in between your legs; even as your fingers twitch and thread through lavender strands to drag that infuriating smile down to where you want it.

Has he ever held a woman this attractive underneath him?

He isn’t quite sure, although he’d never breathe a word of how you leave him incredibly hot and aroused.

The soft parts of you are what Shaw likes to sink into — burying face, teeth and fingers into yielding places.

Nosing and biting along your thighs, your ass; the feel of your skin in between ravenous teeth. The grin that tugs to hear the sounds he wrenches from you, the desperate claw of digits into the sheets to hold yourself grounded but Shaw is here to let you know: your efforts are futile in the face of his desires.

But what he truly enjoys is when you let him bury his face into the supple flesh of your breasts. The size of them hardly matters when what he truly finds an almost… sense of comfort in, is your scent. The feeling of being surrounded by you, your heart beating steady beneath his lips.

It also lets the man conceal unwanted emotions that flit across his face, in rare moments of vulnerability. The attachment he feels toward you, this sense of belonging. Feelings he’s not yet ready to pick through, although you are lovers… after a fashion.

And when you try to pry (deeper) into his mind, his heart; Shaw is turning his head to bite at your breasts, pulling a gasp from you. Distracting you with nips and kisses as his fingers find your opening once more to dive into your wet warmth.

Despite how you find the man an enigma; a capricious bird in flight — every now and then, you discover just how lucid Shaw’s emotions can be. Readily expressed through gestures and giveaways you might’ve turned a blind eye to earlier in your relationship.

In contrast to his surface deep insouciant attitude; sarcastic, flippant smiles thrown your way, it irks Shaw to see the extent of your care and affections for those four men in your life.

Like an itch he’s not able to completely banish. A constant feeling of simmering displeasure to see you throw yourself into the jaws of danger time and again, without a single thought for your own safety to save these men who have been by your side far, far longer than he has.

Disquieting emotions he’s usually able to tamp down… far out of reach but that tight fisted control does not hold when he finds Gavin standing tall as the object of his jealousy.

You’ve always been far softer — your smiles easily given in Gavin Bai’s presence.

The thought sparking bitter across his veins until it manifests in barely smothered, sour possession. Ferocious, frenzied bites — marking you as his own — sinking into your skin wherever he can reach, cock pounding into you over and over until it is his name that leaves your quivering lips in lust and desire.

During such moments, he’s unusually quiet, choosing to stay that impudent tongue instead of hurling gibes at you. The only sounds in the room of your moans and Shaw’s harsh pants; his actions, however, are anything but tranquil. The intensity of his emotions impossible to ignore, although he does not realize how you read him. The unrest within Shaw manifesting in cool, white streaks of electricity rending the skies; bringing down an onslaught of storms and thunder. Your screams he swallows; lost within the hot moisture of his mouth and drowned beneath the raging torrents outside.

Nothing turns Shaw on more than to see how you react to his words; his provocations.

Shaw lives and loves to tease; his goading testing the limits of even a good, little saint like you. 

The expressive raise of an eyebrow. A reprimanding slap across his bicep…. or when he pushes hard enough, a smart clap-back you deliver with a roll of those eyes, that has the grin on his face spreading wider and the cock within his pants turning harder.

When he stretches your patience (and frustrations) far too thin in bed; the decisive hook of your ankles around his waist to pull, letting the slide of his throbbing cock send delicious sparks skidding down your spine before you clench out, all niceties shed — “Put your cock in me before I do it myself you infuriating ass.”

Shaw has always had a healthy sexual appetite; as is the norm for a young, hot-blooded male like him. A one-night stand here. Catching up with and finding himself tangled within the sheets of an old sex friend there.

But meeting you seems to amp that switch higher within — every single word, every inane action seeming to flare that desire within him to uncomfortable heights.

Shaw is insatiable when it comes to sex with you.

The lazy, almost endearing way you put your hair up and out of the way into a top-knot. Specs too big for your face sliding down the bridge of your nose as you push them up with an impatient index.

The slow gyrations of your hips to the music on your phone as you whip up lunch in the kitchen; standing in front of a boiling pot of water for your ramen. The curves of your ass enticing enough that he’s reaching to pull you flush against him, impish laughter sending hot plumes of breath against your reddening ears and when you gasp with the tug of wicked teeth on your earlobe — Shaw is grinding his rapidly hardening arousal against the ridge of your ass, asking if you’re ready to let him have his meal yet.

And when your skin’s ruddy and enticing beneath the cup of his fingers, completely naked on his bed. The rise of your ass as you press back against the dripping head of his cock. Flushed cheeks lifting into a devious grin you angle his way, over your shoulder. Asking him if he’s ready yet to have a taste of these cheeks.

Shaw is ruined. Cock throbbing. Mouth dry and parted in horny shock. Pink tongue running slow and sensual across the arc of his lips. A feral light sparks within devious, amber eyes before he sweeps down, burying face and teeth into the swell of your ass. Nipping and biting generous across your skin until you moan out loud.

Shaw is pulling back, the sight of your skin marked beautiful in red... he can hardly hold himself back any longer. Long fingers taking hold of his cock, pumping slow and savoring, before he guides it in between the soft flesh of your thighs. Instructing you to tighten up for him and when you do, thrusting in between the space you’ve allowed for him, just him.

You’re so fucking sexy.

Frankly speaking, Shaw finds an easy target in you for his amusing (not very much so for you) tricks and deceptions.

A novel bait; you often jump at opportunities to show him who’s the boss around — not often realizing in your vexation how this Sly Sha(w)rk  sets the stage for you to lose.

“Not giving up yet then?” A tickled sound; the flash of teeth in a grin that sets your jaw tight in frustrated arousal. A colorful string of words just at the tip of your tongue before you’re interrupted once more with the press of long, tapered digits deep against that one spot that almost sends you hurtling towards your release but — you hold on. Again. Not willing to give him the pleasure of seeing you lose the bet by meeting your end.

Clamping down on his fingers hard enough to hear the squelching sounds of your arousal ring loud within your ears. You flush. And the bastard above you is not ready to let go of this opportunity.

“Do you hear yourself? God, you’re so erotic, baby.” He pumps his fingers into you in a slow sort of torture, thumb brushing just shy of your sensitive clit. “You wanna know what else gets me harder for you?” Shaw leans in deliberately, lavender strands brushing a soft path against the crest of your cheek before his breath brands hot at your ear. His voice, equally silken; the Devil’s strings — “The feeling of your tight, wet cunt when it clenches around my cock as you come.”

And you’re a goner once more; filthy words sending you hurtling towards an orgasm vehement enough you see stars.

End Notes: Thank you for reading!

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Skipping The Previews - MLQC (Ling Xiao/Shaw) NSFW

Summary: You decide to go see a movie to take your mind off of everything that's going on in the world, but a sexy stranger thinks it's a good idea to take the seat right next to yours. Rating: Explicit! 18+ NSFW Relationship: Ling Xiao x Female Reader, Shaw x Female Reader, Tags: oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, fingerfucking, shameless smut, semi-public sex Word Count: 5,707

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Notes: I've been wanting to write something about Shaw ever since I've seen pictures of him & finally encountered him in MLQC and whew...I know he's going to wreck my Kiro and Gavin biases! I wanted to portray him as kind of cocky, since I got that kind of vibe from him, and I hope I managed to capture that essence here. Please keep in mind that I started writing this before movie theaters were shut & things began getting very serious. I was thinking of a scenario where the reader would be upset that Shaw sits directly next to her, and a reason that the theater might still be empty for them to fuck freely in lol. Please enjoy!

It’s midday Saturday, and the movie theater is practically deserted. Carefully, you push the handicap button with your elbow, allowing the doors to open so you don’t have to physically grab them. Everyone is supposed to be doing mandated social distancing, staying six feet away from other humans at all times, until they can get the spread of the virus under control. Going to see a movie in the midst of a pandemic is not the smartest idea, but you want to take advantage of being able to go out as much as you possibly can before we’re all in lockdown. A good science-fiction action movie will take your mind off of things, even if only temporarily.

Grabbing your favorite drink from the Freestyle machine, a Cherry Coke, you walk towards the theater the movie will be playing in. On your way there, you pass the mirror by the exit of the women’s bathroom, and take a quick peek at your reflection. You’re not exactly sure why you bothered with putting so much effort into your appearance when hardly anyone will see it. Shrugging and fluffing your hair quickly in the mirror, you turn back and continue walking into the theater.

You had picked the seat all the way in the furthest corner of the theater, away from everyone else. Even if there was no social distancing rule, you would have picked it anyway. You settle down into the recliner, the leather cold as it touches your bare legs. It’s an unseasonably warm March day today, and you’re wearing shorts for the first time since September. 

Pushing the button, you recline the chair virtually as far as it will go. The theater is completely vacant, and you pray it stays that way. There’s still about 15 minutes before the previews start, and you decide to pass the time browsing your Instagram explore page, watching makeup application videos and laughing at a couple cute and funny cat videos. You’re so fixated on one particular video of a rather chonky cat, you don’t notice the handsome stranger settling into the seat directly next to yours.

You had pushed the middle armrests up to give yourself more space, and when you hear the strange crinkling sound next to you, you’re confused, because you haven’t moved. Your eyes dart to to left, and widen in shock when they meet the gaze of a gorgeous stranger’s; an amber, honey-colored hue you can’t help but stare into. 

You try to keep your expression neutral, but he’s so attractive, it’s hard to keep your composure. His lavender-grey locks of hair fall messily, but carefully at the same time, over his face, framing it perfectly, some of his fringe falling into his golden eyes. You resist the urge to touch the locks of his hair, to sweep them out of the way, so you can better admire the beautiful flecks of gold and honey in that gaze. His purple and black hoodie, darker in hue than his hair, perfectly compliments the color of his eyes. He wears a black choker around his neck, and jeans that are messily, but intentionally, ripped at the knees. Several hoop earrings adorn his ears, a cuff hugging the upper cartilage of his left ear.

Breaking off his gaze, you feel yourself blushing furiously, the heat spreading to your cheeks like a wildfire. Thank goodness you put on a bit of foundation today, so he can’t see the furious rush of red that must be stretched across your face. You notice his hands, the right one wearing a fingerless glove, clutching his phone. The other is bare, a maroon beaded necklace decorating the wrist.

“Is this seat taken, love?” he asks, his lips turning up on one side, flashing you the cockiest grin you’ve ever seen. He knows the answer, obviously trying to provoke you. 

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, despite feeling your heart  thump, thump -ing loudly against your chest, you turn your gaze towards the screen. An ad for an interactive mobile game is playing on the projector. 

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that,” the stranger says, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“In the case that you’ve been blissfully ignorant, which is probable,” you respond, gaze hardening on the screen before you, “we’re supposed to be staying at least six feet from other people.”

“Damn, you’ve got some bite.” He grins at you.

Running his fingers through his hair, he continues. “Yeah, I’ve seen the news. Been wanting to see this movie, though. I saw only one person had bought a ticket, so I bought the seat next to ‘em. I was hoping it would be next to a pretty girl. I was right.”

You turn to look at him, an incredulous look on your face. The compliment is flattering, but he doesn’t have to know that. You try to keep your best poker face on.

“And you thought that was a good idea?” you retort. 

It comes out with less bite than you intended, now that you’re looking at him directly. His devastatingly good looks are working their charm on you, and he picks up on it. The cocky smirk returns, a glint of something mischievous flashing in his eye. He knows you’re faltering, and he fully plans on persuading you.

“I thought it would be a good opportunity to get to know each other.” 

You can’t help but continue to stare at him, in complete awe of his audacity.

“Figured if you turned out to be some random dude, I’d just go sit in another seat. No big deal.” 

He shrugs, but that wild glint is still in his eye. In the pause that follows, he takes the time to look you over. His gaze lingers on your full lips, then drops to the swell of your breasts beneath your t-shirt. It continues downward, to the curves of your waist and hips outfitted in your favorite pair of short black shorts.

Feeling slightly self-conscious under the weight of his scrutinizing gaze, you unconsciously drop your hands into your lap and look down. You know you should get up and find another seat, or at the very least try harder to make him move. Some feeling you can’t quite place is anchoring you to your current spot. Is it...excitement? Is it arousal?  No. No way .

The previews should be starting in a few minutes, and you’re thankful for the coming distraction.

“Name’s Shaw, by the way.” His voice suddenly cuts through the silence between the advertisements on screen.

Crossing your arms, you look to your left. You decide it can’t hurt, telling him your name. 

“ Y/N ,” you tell him. “It’s nice to meet you, Shaw.”

“Likewise,  Y/N ,” Shaw replies. 

The smirk reappears, but more playful. It doesn’t quite match the look in those topaz eyes. The determination is still there, and you brace yourself for whatever he’s going to try saying next. You know, deep down, that his unrelenting perseverance, charm and good looks might just be your undoing.

Shaw reaches for something behind him. He pulls out an orange bag of Reese’s Pieces, slightly shaking it so the peanut butter and chocolate pieces clink together. He opens the bag, grabs a handful, and drops them in his mouth, his tongue sticking out to catch the pieces in case they fall. You can’t help but stare at the pink wetness and length of his tongue, wondering what it would be like to kiss him and feel it on your own…

Whoa, where did that thought come from ? you ask yourself, confused. Your face feels like an inferno yet again. As if sensing your thoughts, he audibly crunches the candy in his mouth. He swallows, and grins at you.

“Want some, pretty girl? Looking like you do,” Shaw asks, tilting the bag towards you. 

He knows you were staring, and not at the bag of candy.

“U-um...sure,” you stammer, poorly attempting to keep your composure. 

You hold out your hands, cupping them, fully expecting Shaw to pour the mini candies into your palm. Instead, that devilish glint returning to his amber eyes, he pours the yellow and orange candy pieces into his own hand. Confused, you feel your brow furrow slightly, wondering what he’s planning on doing.

Before you can react, Shaw closes the already short distance between you on the recliners. He pushes himself over and encroaches into your personal space. You feel the heat of his body next to yours, his jeans-clad leg brushing up against your bare skin. Your nerve endings feel electrified, your heart beating so hard, it feels like it could explode through your chest at any second.

Shaw leans in, as though he weren’t already close enough. His face is now mere inches from yours. You feel your eyes widen in shock. This close up, his eyes are even more mesmerizing. His skin is perfect, blemish-free, and his lips look so soft, so inviting…He lifts his gloved hand towards your face, fingers lightly brushing your jaw. Then, moving his hand up to your face, he strokes your lips gently with his thumb.

Nonplussed by his move, you feel frozen. You’re unsure of how to react. At the same time, his close proximity and the softness of his skin as he caresses your lips causes goosebumps to flare on your legs and up and down your arms. You start to feel the excitement building within. Giving in to the feeling, you can feel the arousal beginning to pool in your underwear...all caused by this handsome stranger. With a wicked grin, Shaw places his thumb between your lips, pushing against them lightly.

“Open wide, pretty girl,” he coos. 

You part your mouth at his command, your excitement unable to be contained. 

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs. 

He takes his hand, fingers tilting your chin up. With the other hand holding the candy, he drops them in your mouth slowly, the pieces clinking together when they land on your tongue. He takes his hand away as you close your mouth and chew the candy, bursts of chocolate and peanut butter dancing on your tongue. You swallow, looking at Shaw again, just as the theater lights begin to dim. The previews are starting, and the theater is still deserted.

With that sexy stunt, you feel your chest beginning to rise and fall a little faster. You try to control your breathing. The tension between the two of you escalates with every breath. With that mischievous expression still on his face, Shaw reaches his hand out and cradles your face in his hand.

“Do you want some more, love?” asks Shaw, talking over the volume of the first preview that has begun playing on the screen. 

He runs his tongue over his teeth, almost taunting you. Fully aware of the dangerous double entendre in his words, you feel your arousal escalate, almost unbearable at this point. 

Instead of answering him, you gently grab Shaw’s hand, moving it upwards, towards your lips. 

Deciding to give him a double meaning of your own, you find yourself opening your mouth a bit wider, wrapping your tongue around his index finger. You close your lips around it. He tastes like the sweet candies. You run your tongue underneath his finger softly, then slowly pull it out of your mouth. 

You’re feeling powerful and sexy in the way Shaw is now gaping at you, completely turned on. His expression quickly changes back to his usual cocky, lopsided grin.

“What’s that you said earlier about being six feet apart?” he teases, leaning in towards your ear, so close you can feel his breath tickling the side of your neck. 

He lightly nibbles at the lobe, then moves lower. He kisses your neck, adding another gentle bite. You feel yourself shudder in delight. It’s easy to forget you’re sitting in a movie theater and someone could walk in at any second.

Shaw continues leaving red marks, from your jaw to where your t-shirt begins. He pulls the fabric down, revealing your shoulder, kissing and nibbling. You whimper, your excitement and desperation getting harder and harder to hide with every bite. You feel your nipples starting to harden against the lacey cups of your bra. Sensing your agony, Shaw lifts his head up and grasps your face softly yet firmly.

“Look at you. Getting all hot and bothered,” he coos, his silky voice causing your legs to tremble. 

His hand still holding your face, Shaw lightly turns your head towards his, then crushes his mouth against yours. It muffles your cry of shock, quickly turning it into a gasp of pleasure. You lean further into him, deepening the kiss. You bite his lower lip and cause a slight groan to escape from his mouth. You use this opportunity to meet your tongue with his, hungrily massaging them together. 

Unable to hold back any longer, the titillating stimulation having completely drenched your panties, you break off the kiss. You can feel the excess saliva shining on your chin. You turn to face Shaw, stand up. Then, you swing your leg seamlessly and straddle him, feeling the hardness of his erection between your legs. The leather chair crinkles loudly as you move. He places his hands on your hips, hooking his thumbs through the belt hoops of your tiny black shorts.

“You bad girl,” Shaw taunts, hot breath tickling your ear. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they’re going to get a show,” you quip, silencing him with your tongue.

After a minute, or who knows how long - you’ve long since stopped trying to keep track of time - he pulls away from your hungry kisses, burying his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. You feel Shaw start to lift up your shirt, revealing your lacy black bra. 

His hands run slowly, deliciously up your abdomen. It starts from your hips, tracing the curves of your waist, and finally reaches the band of your bra, slipping his fingers underneath the silky fabric in one fluid motion. Goosebumps dart across your skin at his touch.

His fingers dance across the skin under the band so deliciously, you’re aching for more. When they reach the cups, he pushes them up, your breasts bouncing and spilling out with the sudden freedom. The exposure causes your heart to leap from your chest, but thankfully, no one else is around. You’ve never done something so lewd in public before.

Continuing to kiss your neck, his hands cup your breasts, caressing them gently. Shaw pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, shooting pleasure straight down between your legs.

He begins his journey of bites and kisses again down your body again, moving from your neck, and down to your breasts. You feel him tonguing your nipple, lightly sucking as his tongue dances across the sensitive skin. He continues with his talented fingers on your other breast. 

"Mph!” 

You moan, hardly caring about how loud you’re being. All the self-control you tried so desperately to cling onto has been washed away by the hands of a sexy stranger.

The possibility of being caught heightens the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your desire now akin to a fire, every touch of Shaw’s on your skin only serves to stoke it further. Each nibble, each caress, sends jolts of electricity through your body. Your nerve endings feel as though they’re out of control, each stimulation causing more sensitivity. You bite your lip with the pleasure of it.

Deciding it’s time that Shaw shows some skin of his own, your hands reach up under his loose sweatshirt. Fingers moving delicately, you trace the taut ridges of his abdominal muscles. Taking your cue, he lifts the fabric, pulling it further up. It’s giving you - and anyone who might walk into the theater, for that matter - a full view of his perfectly-sculpted body.

You run your hands up and down the length of his abdomen, drawing heavy breaths from Shaw. His chest rises and falls more rapidly. You lean forward then, lips on his neck, sucking the skin into your mouth. Then, you move over his defined clavicles and pecs, returning the love bites he had so graciously gifted you not much earlier. 

He gasps in pleasure, placing both hands on your ass, barely covered by the fabric of your tiny shorts. He squeezes it as you grind your hips against his thighs. 

Shaw’s hands move to the button of your shorts, undoing it quickly and pulling the zipper down. Your matching black panties peek out from the opening. He pulls them forward slightly, then slips two fingers in. 

He ventures down slowly into your folds, the other hand gripping your inner thigh. A lewd noise escapes from your lips, and you hear Shaw’s breath hitch at the sound of your desperation.

You’re so wet, Shaw’s fingers slide up and down with ease. They linger around your swollen clit, begging to be touched. He teases it with his fingers, sending delicious waves of pleasure up your spine. 

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, the sudden absence of them making you hungrier. Your desire is even more fierce. Your pussy is begging to be filled, and you can feel yourself clenching in frustration at having to wait.

Holding up his hand, you see the evidence of your arousal that coats his middle and ring fingers, slick and shiny in the light of the screen behind you.

“Naughty, naughty girl. Getting so turned on in a place like this.” 

He sounds so proud, so full of himself. You lean back slightly, placing some distance between your bodies. Looking down at the sizable bulge in his jeans, seeing that he’s quite obviously just as turned on as you are, you feel your eyebrows raise at him.

“I could say the same for you,” you purr, your voice as smooth as velvet.

Shaw looks at you then, drinking in the sight of you. Lips pink and swollen, your eyes, half-closed and shiny, glazed over with lust, your hair messily falling around your shoulders. T-shirt and bra pushed up, bare breasts bouncing with every movement. His eyes fall on the delicious pinkish-red trail of love bites leading from your neck to your breasts...all in this very public setting. 

He draws a sharp breath in, his cock straining harder against the constricting fabric of his jeans. Excitement is etched all over his skin. He knows he should stop, but he doesn’t want to, and he’s hoping you don’t want to either.

“What are you going to do about it?” Shaw tilts his head up at you, and you recognize the challenge in his words.

“You’ll see.”

Half of your brain screams at you to stop, to end this now before it goes too far. The other half eggs you on, telling you that you only live once. The metaphorical angel and devil sit on your shoulders, each giving you a reason to listen to them. Grinning, you decide to turn towards the devil, abandoning all common sense. The thrill and the pleasure are overloading your senses. All rationale and reasoning are being completely thrown out the window.

You find your hands on the button of Shaw’s jeans, unbuttoning them, and pulling the zipper down slowly. You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. After a few seconds, his fully-erect cock springs out. You widen your eyes in surprise at his length and girth. You’re a bit nervous about your ability to fit him, but you never back down from a challenge.

You grasp a hand around his erection, jerking him up and down a few times. You tease your thumb around the head, drawing out ragged breaths from Shaw. You remove your hand from his cock and, without a second thought, you stand up. Shaw watches you in anticipation. 

The rush is so satisfying, you never want it to end. You’re in complete shock at yourself for feeling like this. What happened to the careful, cautious girl whose motto was “better safe than sorry?”

She’s dead and gone now .

Feeling the adrenaline blazing a trail through your veins, you sink slowly to your knees in front of Shaw’s seat, your eyes never leaving him. His eyes widen, realizing what you’re about to do, and he scoots forward to the edge of the seat.

“You’re crazy!” laughs Shaw, teasing but obviously delighted. “Crazy, crazy girl.” 

You grin, accepting it as a compliment. The adrenaline rush gains more and more momentum. You can feel your pussy throbbing. Your black lacy underwear is completely soaked with the anticipation.

You lean in, grasping his length in your hand, jerking it up and down in slow, tantalizing motions. His pre-cum leaks out, and you dip your tongue into his slit, tasting and lapping up the salty fluid. Removing your hand from his shaft, you use your thumb to caress his head. You run your tongue over the length of his dick, back and forth, as though you’re tasting the most delicious ice cream you’ve ever tasted. 

Shaw looks down at you then: reddened lips, swollen and moist with spit. He inhales sharply, leaning back against the chair as he does so.

Sufficiently lubricated with your saliva, you breathe deep. You open your mouth, accepting his generously-sized dick into it. You’re swallowing around it, your cheeks hollowing with the effort. You’ve never deepthroated any guy as big as him before, and you feel your throat rebelling in protest at the new challenge. You manage to quell the gag and relax your throat muscles. 

His dick fully engulfed in the wet heat of your mouth and throat, you hear Shaw let out a ragged, breathy moan: 

“Fuck, oh, fuck…”

He leans forward again, threading his fingers through your hair. The sudden action forces his cock a little further down your throat than you’d intended. This time, you can’t control the small gag that escapes you. Tears form in your eyes; one manages to escape, and falls down your face. Thankfully, Shaw doesn’t notice, and you continue your movement: back, and forth, swirling your tongue up and down his shaft as you move to the rhythm of a song nobody else can hear. 

Having lost track of time, you continue. The loud music and explosions of a preview of some new action movie is playing behind you. You feel his dick twitch, knowing he’s close.

“F-Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, pretty girl…” Shaw groans, stroking your hair.

A few seconds later, Shaw finally releases, shooting hot white ropes down your throat. You move your head back, slowly pulling him out of your mouth. You grasp his length once again and slowly move your hand up and down. More of his cum leaks out onto your lips, dribbling onto your chin. He looks down at you then, riding out the final throes of his orgasm as you lick your lips with a grin. You catch the slightly bitter white fluid on your tongue and make a big show of swallowing.

Shaw sits back against the cool leather of the recliner, panting, trying to control his breathing. He grins, the corner of his lip turned up, feeling amused. He can’t believe you had the balls - no pun intended - to suck him off in the movie theater. He thought he would be lucky if he got your phone number, especially considering how cold you were to him at the beginning. Pulling his underwear and jeans back up, he stands up suddenly. He looks at you, still on your knees. 

“Stand up,” he tells you, and you follow his command, getting up slowly. You feel your legs shake slightly.

“Sit.”

You sit, in the same space Shaw had been sitting just seconds ago, the chair still warm from his body heat. Without warning, Shaw is now on his knees. Just as quickly, he starts pulling down your shorts and lacy black panties over your legs and feet, discarding them on the floor. You gasp in shock. That cocky upturned smirk returning for the umpteenth time, Shaw revels in your surprise.

“Just returning the favor, yeah?”

Before you can react, he forces your knees apart, spreading your legs. You whimper, slightly ashamed that you’re in this very compromised position. The hunger grows in Shaw’s steady amber gaze. Your pussy is now on full display, the fleshy pink skin coated in the clear fluid evidence of your arousal. 

Shaw begins by hooking his arms around the bottoms of your thighs. He slowly kisses the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to where you want him to be most. Your desire feels like agony. It’s like a thirst dying to be quenched, a growling hunger aching to be quelled. After what feels like forever, you feel his tongue flicking at your clit. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure and electricity up through your abdomen and into your chest. 

“Shaw!” you hear yourself crying out his name, overtaken by the combination of pleasure and adrenaline. The fire spreads through your body like a wildfire.

Unhooking an arm from around your thigh, Shaw inserts two fingers into your pussy. They fuck you while his talented tongue works its magic on your clit, alternating between sucking and massaging. His fingers curl up as he plunges them in and out of you, massaging your g-spot. 

Shaw suddenly pulls away from you then, his voice husky. 

“Oh, baby girl, you’re going to be making a mess of that seat.”

He continues his song and dance of getting you off. The combination of his fingers and tongue is almost too much to bear, and you begin to feel the heat between your legs start to rise uncontrollably. You know you’re close, and can feel the pressure building. 

Within seconds, you feel the orgasm reach its crescendo, trails of fire burning from your hips up into your abdomen. Your heart pounds as you dissolve into the pleasure. At the same time, as though in sync, a loud gun “BANG!” sounds off, playing from the preview on the large screen. 

You arch your back, riding it out, savoring the delicious electricity pulsing through your most sensitive nerve endings. There’s a sudden gushing feeling between your legs. Realizing you just squirted for the first time, you clap your hand over your mouth in embarrassment and excitement. The fluid leaks down your leg, pooling on the underside of your thighs.

“You didn’t tell me you were a squirter,” Shaw quips, licking his lips. They’re shiny, coated in your juices. He flashes that gorgeous smile at you.

Figuring that you also weren’t aware based on your lack of response, Shaw stands up, silhouetted by the flashing lights of the screen at the front of the room.

“Think I sufficiently returned the favor, right, love?” he asks, leaning over you. 

Your tongues meet yet again, tasting each other on your lips. As he presses into you further, you notice he’s still hard. You glide your hand over the noticeable bulge, teasing him. He inhales sharply and groans into your mouth, then pulls away.

“Guess you’ve still got another round in you,” you hear yourself say. You immediately feel your face flush, shocking even yourself with your sudden boldness.

“Guess so,” Shaw replies, moving to sit down in the set of recliners to your left. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, his fully-erect cock springing out once again.

“You made a mess of that one, so why don’t we try another seat, yeah?” 

He winks at you, then lifts his hoodie once again to reveal his perfectly sculpted abs. He leans back, his dick resting up against them, enticing you over. You glance around the theater, still somehow empty. You then look back at Shaw, who sits patiently, waiting for your reaction.

The devil that’s still sitting on your shoulder whispers into your ear:  Do it. You’ve already gone this far, what’s a little further ?

You feel a grin forming on your lips as you walk over to Shaw. Pressing against him, you straddle his thighs. You tease his cock with your pussy, your wetness coating him. His breath hitches in anticipation as you hover over him. You slowly lower yourself onto his cock, the delicious feeling of his girth filling you up overcoming all your senses. He stretches your walls and you gasp, never having felt this full before.

At the sound of his moans, the feeling of a dark, sinful, rush flows through your veins. Adrenaline, raw lust and desire are controlling all of your actions. You roll your hips, and he groans louder, placing his hands on them as the dialogue behind you drowns out the sounds of your sins. You bounce up and down, moving to the tempo of a lullaby no one else can hear. He grabs your breasts as you ride him, drawing out a whimper of pleasure.

Shaw thrusts into you, matching your cadence. You lean into him, the two of you pressed together as you fuck without inhibition. The feeling of his cock between your walls is heavenly, and you throw your head back in ecstasy, hair hanging loosely down your back. 

“Hey,” you hear Shaw whisper suddenly, “why don’t we switch it up?” 

The words are breathy, as though it’s hard for him to speak and fuck at the same time.

“What...do you mean?” you answer, confused, though you’re finding it equally as hard to speak coherently.

“Stand up.”

Lifting yourself off of him, you do as he says. You’re in the back of the theater, and if anyone came in just then, they would see your naked behind, save for your t-shirt and bra pushed up as far as possible. 

Shaw remains seated for a few seconds longer. He reaches out behind you and squeezes your supple ass. Your naked, curvy silhouette is framed by the bright lights of the newest science-fiction action movie trailer, and he has never seen anything so sexy before.

Finally, he stands. You watch his movements carefully, your curiosity heightening. Suddenly, he moves behind you, gently pushing his knee between your legs.

“Bend over,” he instructs. 

You obey.

It doesn’t take long to realize what position he wants you in, and his hands reach out to grab your hips as you’re bent over the seat, facing the back of the recliner. You oblige him further by arching your back, deepening the angle for his maximum pleasure.

An initial wave of the fear and paranoia of being caught rolls over you, but you feel it ebb as Shaw begins slamming into you yet again, returning right back to the same rhythm where you had left off in your sinful lullaby. All of your attention is focused on him. His hands rest on your hips, guiding your movement as you push back into him. 

He’s so big, you can feel him filling you all the way. The heightened angle is allowing his cock to go so far, up to where he can reach no further, but thankfully it doesn’t hurt. Instead, you revel in the feeling. You’ve never been fucked by a guy who could slam all the way into you like Shaw does.

His hands grab your ass as you bounce up and down methodically. He moves them back to your hips, guiding them up and down as he thrusts harder and harder into you.

His dick slams into your g-spot repeatedly, and you feel yourself on the verge of shattering once more. Not even seconds later, you hit your climax. The fire pools low in your abdomen. The buildup starts slow as the fire blazes to life, then transforms into a pleasurable inferno, shooting all the way up into your chest.

“Mph!” 

A cry of ecstasy tears from your throat. Riding out the final throes of your orgasm, your pussy walls clench tighter around his dick, causing him to gasp. The sudden tightening, a torturous yet delicious feeling, becomes nearly too much for him to handle, threatening to make him come undone sooner rather than later.

“Shit, I’m gonna…” Shaw rasps, barely finishing his sentence as he, too, cums, spilling into you.

Breathless and panting, you pull yourself off of him and stand up, your legs shaking so much you have to hold on to the seat in front of you to prevent yourself from tumbling onto the floor. Quickly, you reach down and pull on your underwear and shorts, a little bit relieved to be covered up again. Shaw is also breathing hard. He’s grinning at you as he buttons his jeans, then glancing to the seats to your left. There’s a few wet spots on the seat - the glaring evidence of your sin.

“You certainly made a mess, huh, Y/N?” he teases, leaning towards you, amber gaze burning into yours. “And not just the seats.”

Blushing furiously at the double meaning, you look towards the aisle.

“I-I’ll go get some paper towels,” you stammer, suddenly feeling the need for fresh air.

Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you return a few minutes later, several paper towels in hand. You wipe down the seat, hands shaking all the while. When you’re done, you ball up the towels in your hand, moving to throw them out. As you turn to leave, Shaw pulls on your arm.

“Hey, wait. The movie’s starting,” he whispers, holding you in his gaze. You turn towards the screen, and, just as Shaw said, the title screen of the movie flashes across. Something else catches your attention, and you look down to find another couple walking into the theater, whispering loudly about how they made it just in time.

You look back over at Shaw, and he flashes you that gorgeous smile, winking at you as you sink down into the seat next to him. He wraps an arm around you and you start suddenly, but sink into him. His touch is surprisingly comfortable.

“That’s definitely the best way to skip the previews,” he laughs, and you feel yourself smile, the devil on your shoulder winking at you and finally disappearing.

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[holeinotomemind]

MLQC Fanfic: Hearts of Storm - Ch 3 - I Love You, Gavin

WARNING: NSFW/18+ fic. Smut. Dub/non-con, eventual 3P, spoilers, long dragged out fic and angst. Not morally correct. Turn away if this is not your thing. Pairing: Shaw x MC, Gavin x MC, Shaw x MC x Gavin AO3 Link: [here]

Notes: [See full notes on AO3] Catch up post. Special thanks to Lutz, Sonicaj and Kinako for beta-ing. Smut chapter! Dub/Non-con warning!

Air rushed out of her lungs as her back hit the mattress none too gently. She heard the rustling of clothes as the man towering over her shrugged off his jacket and threw it haphazardly on the floor.

Yui stared into his amber eyes as he covered her with his body, leaning his weight onto her. He was muscular and heavy, but she welcomed it. She found that she liked it when he crushed her with his body, even though he would normally brace himself on his forearm to make sure he wasn’t putting his full weight on her.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, wanting to feel him even closer to her. Dipping his head, he lapped at her sensitive neck with his tongue and nipped at her delicate flesh. She shivered at the sensation as she felt herself already dampening.

Angling her neck, she mimicked his movements. Yui darted out her tongue to lick at the spot just behind his earlobe and heard his breathing became heavier.

He shoved his fingers through her hair, took a fistful and wrench her head back, further exposing her neck to him. His mouth found her pulse and sucked hard as his tongue made slow circles on the spot at the same time.

She couldn’t help but dig her nails into his back as she moaned out loud.

His large hand moved to cover her breast, kneading it roughly over her clothes, and his fingers found her hardened nipple. Pinching it between his fingers, he heard her gasp as she arched her back.

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?” She heard him say in a slightly mocking tone.

Mocking? Yui shook her head. She must have heard wrong. Gavin would have never spoken to her mockingly, especially not in bed. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her.

She raised her hands to cup his cheeks and have him face her, wanting to take a better look at him, to reassure herself that this was Gavin, the person she had been dreaming of seeing and holding all these days. And when those eyes of molten gold met hers, she smiled.

Of course, this was her Gavin, who else could he be? Although those eyes lacked the gentleness she was so familiar with and there was a hint of unfamiliar coldness within them, she was sure they belonged to the only man she ever loved.

She heard him tut before he lifted the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His rough hands shoved her bra up to expose her naked breasts. Lowering his head, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and closed his teeth around it.

Yui let out a small yelp at the sudden pain. She had the strangest feeling that he was mad at her. For what, she didn’t know.

He continued the rough treatment, sucking hard at her nipples and kneading her breasts as if he wanted to punish her for something.

“Please, don’t be mad.” She pleaded with him breathlessly, her body reacting to this pleasure-pain he was inflicting on her.

He didn’t answer, but after a small pause, his touch became slightly gentler than before. As he licked the spots he bitten on, she began to mewl for him again. Her womb clenched at his every touch as small currents coursed through her body.

He ran his hand up her thigh, hiking up her skirt in the process, before hooking a finger on the band of her panties. With a little force, he yanked it off of her, leaving her core exposed to him.

“You’re so wet already.” He teased as he slid his fingers over her slick folds before he inserted a digit into her.

Yui could feel her muscles clamped onto his finger as it entered her, slowly thrusting in and out. It had been so long since the last time she was together with Gavin, she could feel a slight discomfort as her muscles stretched around his fingers. But that did not stop her from wanting more.

Raising her arms, she gently pulled him towards her and pressed her soft lips against his. She could feel his lips curved up into a smile as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck pulling him even closer. Encouraged, she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of this kiss. When she timidly darted her tongue out to caress his bottom lip, he opened his mouth to allow her access. Responding to his invitation, she boldly deepened the kiss, slowly stroking the tip of his tongue with hers.

His breath quickened and she could hear his irregular breathing between their sensual kisses. Slowly, he inserted another digit into her and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth. Wanting to be even closer to him, Yui pressed her sensitive breasts against his muscular chest as he spread his fingers inside her, stretching her wet core. She could feel the evidence of her arousal slowly rolling down her skin dripping onto the bed sheets.

Normally, this would have made her blush, flustered at her own body's reaction to his touch, but tonight was different. The long period of time away from Gavin had made her bold. It was impossible for her to put into words how much she desired him tonight, to be one with him, to feel that he belonged to her again. Just like how he promised her during their vacation at the islands. And she wanted him to know how much she yearned for him.

Breaking the kiss, she looked deep into his amber eyes that had turned into molten gold just as they always did when Gavin desired for her deeply. Yui placed her hands on his cheeks, holding him gently above her and whispered, "I want you."

He paused, a bit surprised at her assertiveness. "So impatient," he tutted, one side of his mouth kicked up in a lopsided smile as he slid his fingers out of her.

"N-no?" Feeling the sudden emptiness at his withdrawal, Yui whispered nervously. His earlier rejection of her on the rooftop still fresh on her mind.

Her concerns were quickly eased when she heard the soft sounds of metal clinking as he reached his hands to unfasten his belt. Slowly, he straightened his upper body as he pulled the belt out of the belt loops of his jeans before he casually threw it on the floor where his leather jacket lied, all while still kneeling between her naked exposed thighs.

As he reached for the zipper of his jeans, Yui sat up. Pushing the bra that slipped off her arms aside, she gingerly reached up her hands to him. Her ginkgo bracelet dangled from her wrists as her fingers trembled. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders as he watched her with amusement in his eyes.

Yui’s brows knitted when she saw the dark sleeveless shirt he was wearing underneath. Her muddled brain was slightly confused at the sight, but her desire for him clouded her thoughts. At this moment, she was not interested in why he wore a sleeveless shirt underneath. The only thing she could think of right now was to feel him, skin to skin.

Wanting to kiss that sensitive scar on his collarbone like she so often did before, she reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled up, revealing his well-defined abs, but before she reached his chest, she felt a strong grip on her wrists. Puzzled, she looked up at his amber eyes.

Abruptly, she was shoved back onto the bed, the air in her lungs rushed out of her in an oomf. She didn’t have a chance to take another breath in before he stripped her of her skirt and was on top of her again. This time, completely naked beneath him, she could feel his hard length pressing directly against her entrance.

Yui gazed upon his face as he towered over her and for a moment, the moonlight seemed to turn his hair silver. She frowned in confusion. Narrowing her eyes, she wanted to take a better look, but all coherent thoughts vanished as he buried himself completely in her slick core with one powerful thrust of his hips.

“Damn, you’re tight,” he grunted.

Her brows furrowed as she dug her nails into his biceps. Biting down on her lip, she stifled a moan of discomfort. It had been too long since the last time Gavin was inside her, her muscles struggling to stretch to accommodate the sudden entrance.

As she closed her eyes and attempted to take several deep breaths, she felt his large hand gently brushed the loose strands of her hair off her face. With both forearms resting on the sides of her head encircling her, he leaned down to press his lips on her forehead.

"I'm ok. It's just because it's been a while since…" She trailed off as she lowered her eyes, cheeks slightly flushed.

"So that's why your pussy is gripping me so hard, huh?" He teased as he slowly pulled himself out from her.

"That's not-" Blushing at his words, she began to deny it but was cut off when he suddenly slammed back inside her thrusting his hips.

She yelped in surprise. As he repeated the action over and over again, she couldn't help but mewl every time he buried himself back inside her.

He chuckled softly at her reaction.

“You like this, don’t you?” Hooking her legs on the crook of his arms, each of his powerful thrusts had his hard length buried even deeper inside her. “Don’t you?”

Yui couldn’t control her voice as her mewling got louder each time he pushed into her with such force that she could feel a tinge of pain along with the intense pleasure.

Gavin had never been so rough before. He had always been a gentle lover, always careful not to cause her discomfort. But tonight, he was different. He seemed like a wild and untamed animal, taking from her whatever he pleased.

She wasn't sure what to make of this new side of him, but having him back in her arms, touching her, wanting her, being inside of her made her so incredibly happy that he can take her life right now for all she cared. She simply wanted to be together with him like this forever.

"Yes, I love it." she replied, smiling breathlessly as a drop of tear rolled down her temple. "I love you, Gavin."

For a brief second, she felt him pause, his hard length still buried deep inside her. She heard his irritated tut again, an unfamiliar sound that he had made several times already tonight. Yui was just about to open her mouth to call his name again before he leaned down, his mouth crashed against hers.

Legs spread wide and knees pushed against her chest, her breath rushed out of her as his hot wet tongue invaded her mouth. She could barely breathe as he began to thrust in and out of her with increasing speed while covering her mouth with his.

If she wasn’t sure if he was mad at her before, she was sure of it now. She wanted to know why, wanted to know what she had done to upset him. But the way he was pinning her to the mattress, his forceful kisses covering her mouth, taking away her every breath and the bruising force he was using to drive himself in and out of her sensitive core left her unable to speak.

The only noise left in the room were her muffled whimpers, his occasional grunts, and the rhythmic slapping sounds made every time he plunged into her.

Truth be told, he scared her a little today. True, Gavin could sulk, but he never took it out on her, especially in bed. So when his thrusts became forceful, for a moment, she was unsure how to respond. But even in her hazy alcohol-intoxicated mind, she trusted Gavin wholeheartedly. She trusted that he would not hurt her.

So when she placed her hands on his shoulders, it was to pull him even closer to her. She couldn’t figure out why he was upset, but she knew she couldn’t push him away. She did the only thing she could think of to do. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held him tight against her, as if she was telling him with her body that she was opening herself to receive him completely, regardless of what he was willing to give.

But after a few more powerful thrusts, everything stopped. With his cock still buried deep inside her, he broke off the kiss and lifted himself slightly off of her.

"Shouldn't you be pushing me away?" He asked, breathing heavily.

Smiling gently at his question, Yui slowly shook her head. "You'll never hurt me," she declared as she gazed at his beautiful amber eyes.

Yes, Gavin is with her now. The memory of the metal of his handcuffs digging into her delicate wrists must have been a thing from a bad dream. He will never purposefully hurt her. Never had, never will.

He let out a small laugh at her answer. "Is that so?"

She could hear a tinge of disdain in his tone, but there was something about the way he said it that made her wonder if that was directed to her or to himself. She wanted to ask, but it seemed like everything she said tonight upset him. She hesitated.

Her internal debate was cut short when he lowered himself onto her again, and she realized they were no longer separated by his t-shirt. He had taken it off while she was distracted.

Finally, she could feel his bare chest against her naked breasts. Not wanting to think of anything else, letting out a small sigh, she closed her eyes and savored the feeling of the contact. And then, slowly, he began to move inside her again. This time a bit more gently.

With each thrust, he buried himself again and again in her welcoming tightness. Soon, pleasure returned to her again. Wrapping her slender legs around his powerful hips, Yui mewled every time he ground his pelvis when he burrowed deep inside her, rubbing against her sensitive clit.

But his gentleness didn't last very long. Soon, his rhythm increased again as the force of him driving himself into her became more and more powerful. This time, however, there was no anger. He was simply losing his control to their passion.

He no longer chuckled at her when she lost control of her voice and moaned out loud, no longer teased her when she involuntarily bucked her hips, silently begging him to give her even more pleasure. Instead, his breath grew more ragged and his occasional groans grew more frequent.

Yui couldn’t help but dug her nails into his muscular back while pleasure kept building inside her, screaming for release as he drove into her faster and faster. Then ecstasy scorched through her like a bolt of lightning. She held on tightly as she came apart beneath him, back arched as her release rippled through her trembling body.

Her core pulsed around him as he continued several more powerful thrusts inside her before he pulled back his hips at the very last second, just as his shaft jerked while lines of his hot stickiness marked her inner thighs.

Still holding onto him a tight embrace, Yui closed her eyes as he kissed her softly on her eyelid, the tip of her nose and finally her lips. He rolled on his back bringing her with him, panting, trying to catch his breath. She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat, savoring the moment.

Finally, she was back in the safety of Gavin’s arms, she thought.

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[otonymous]

Lessons (MLQC Shaw - NSFW)

Description: Let Shaw remind you of what a kiss is supposed to feel like.

Warnings:  NSFW/18+:  Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: PDAs, lots of tongue LOL

Word Count: 1263 words (~6.5 mins of sexual tension)

Author’s Notes:  I had to write this because who wouldn't want to get hot and heavy with Shaw after he steps offstage? 😆

(This piece was originally posted on my Patreon page on March 17, 2021 as an Early Access benefit)

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“What was that?”

The air hung heavy in the space between you, hazy still with summer heat though the sun had set hours ago.  And there, in the dark alleyway behind the Live House where Shaw had just stepped off-stage, even the moon’s silver slivers seemed hesitant to intrude on the pair of lovers merging in the shadows.

Gentle fingers pinch your chin, tilting your eyes until you slip into the amber gold of his — leaving you breathless, as always.

“I said, ‘what was that?’ ” Shaw repeats, so near now every detail stood out in the dark — those lips, faintly pink and soft, the line of his cupid’s bow so perfect it looked drawn to life.  “That wasn’t a kiss.”

Masculine hands fit to the curve of your hips, pulling you even closer.  You can feel the heat rolling off his body, permeating the V-neck tee that clung in parts to that lean, muscular physique; was drawn to the sweat-glazed skin stretched over the Adam’s apple bobbing along the length of his neck and you knew.

Knew he was getting impatient, impetuous…

…and right where you wanted him.

“I did kiss you.”  Your response is flippant despite the excitement rising in your chest.

“That was a peck.”

“Our lips touched.  That’s the definition of a kiss.”

“Not in my books.”

Feigning coyness, you turn your face away, wondering if he caught the smile crossing your lips before you promptly bit down on it.

“I thought I taught you better than that, didn’t I?” Shaw whispers, breath  warm and moist on the shell of your ear.  And if it had been any other man — let alone one younger than you — you would’ve rolled your eyes at the bravado.

But Shaw wore it well, cheek and worldliness sitting upon the square of his shoulders like a faded leather jacket, weathered and wise.  Even you couldn’t deny the gravitas that graced his countenance when the corners of those amber eyes weren’t crinkled in a teasing smirk, like an old soul trapped in the body of a young man.

And what a body it was: hard and beautiful from above and below and in all the angles you had the chance to study him in when he wasn’t leaving you gasping for dear life.  It presses upon you now, molten heat running from your core to the tips of pebbling nipples when he steps his leg between your own, those ripped jeans burying beneath your skirt to dampen silk.

“I…I don’t remember.”

It was near impossible to formulate a reply let alone a witty one.  Your mind was already blanking at the touch of his hands running lightly up and down the sides of your body, leaving you frazzled with the promise of lust in this very public place.

“Looks like we need to brush up on our lessons then.”

The tip of his nose touches yours; you stop breathing.  Heart thundering in your chest, the rush of blood in your ears competes with the bass-heavy beat barely contained by the walls of the Live House.  Every now and then, the heavy steel door of the back exit swings open, idle chatter and laughter spilling out into the night as people came and went.  But there, caught in the shadows of your lover’s embrace, you couldn’t care less who saw.

In fact, you welcomed it.

Hoped that the next person to pass through the door would be one of those groupies who had watched Shaw perform with tears in their eyes, screaming his name while trying to pass scraps of paper with scribbled phone numbers to the bouncer who kept them from rushing the stage.  Just so they could see him now, with one hand on your cheek and the other moulding to the curve of your ass.

There would be no mistaking who was going home with him that night, no room to wonder about who it was that he wanted.

So you close your eyes, catch a sweet, spicy hint of cinnamon from the gum he habitually chewed.  His lips brush yours: top, bottom…warm silk dragging from corner to corner, touch barely there and pulling back right when they baited yours close.

Like the tease that he was.

You fight back the only way you knew how, hands combing through lavender hair until they lace together at the back of his neck, tracing the initials of your names with fingertips onto the skin at his nape just to feel his breath stop short on your lips.

The hand that falls at the small of your back pulls your bodies together until there is nowhere left to go.  And the heart beating in time with yours tells you that despite that cool exterior, Shaw was just as much of a mess on the inside as you were.

Because in the moment that handsome face angles to yours, pink tongue gliding over the swell of your lower lip before it is sucked into his mouth, hot and moist, you bloomed.

Flushed cheeks.  Weak knees.  The sweet drip of dew between petals that spread only for him.

It was disconcerting — the intensity you felt for someone you couldn’t quite grasp.  And though you had intended from the very start of your relationship to remain detached, matching him tease for tease, the enigma of this man had a way of keeping you honest.

Your body certainly was.

“C’mon, baby.  You know what to do,” Shaw breathes, amber eyes half-lidded and darkening with each passing second.

Drunk on the lulling buzz of his exhalation, the mask of inhibition slips and suddenly, you are ravenous.  He slips the tip of his tongue into your mouth and you welcome it, tasting him further with every swirling caress of yours until the man is irrevocably drawn in.

The hand in your hair tightens the way you like it when you pucker around his tongue, gently sucking it into your mouth until you release it just to hear him moan.  Shaw lays faint expletives at the seam of your lips before he dives back in for more, frantic kisses spreading to cheeks, chin and jaw before they warm the pulse throbbing along your neck.

A slight pinch of pain and you know the proof of your lover’s passion will be obvious to all in shades of vermillion and plum, but you could not stop, craved more of those lips on you, of the hands wandering your curves with all the authority of one imprinting his name onto your body.

He didn’t need to.

You already belonged to him.

“Oh my god!  Is that…oh shit, it is!  It’s Shaw!!  Who the hell is that girl?”

You stiffen at the shriek that echoes down the alleyway, the waves of hostility following on the heels of a cacophony of high-pitched screams and too many women speaking all at once.  But the arm around you holds tight, Shaw cupping your cheek to turn until you are facing the crowd head on.

“Shall we teach them a lesson?” he asks, amber eyes full of mischief as he winks so only you could see.

Before you could even process what was happening, those lips are on you again, full of passion as your eyes widen to take in the crestfallen expressions of groupies with broken hearts.

He really was a tease.  But he was yours.  And you were glad for each and every one of his lessons.

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"Lessons" is copyright 2021 Otonymous, all rights reserved.

Hope you all enjoyed this piece and thanks so much for reading! 💕 You can find more of my work here and check out my newest and spiciest content exclusively on my Patreon page!

- XOXO, Otonymous 🥰

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[heliosxxhoe]

Am I the only one who actually really loves Shaw?

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[otonymous]

Happy Birthday, Shaw! ⚡️🥳

Y'all know I'm super weak for this rudeboy and his electrifying brand of sass, so I'll be doing my part in wishing him a stupendous birthday with a specially curated reading list! 🎁🎂 Much love and happy reading y'all! 💖

Fics/Drabbles:

Moving Violation: Shaw x Reader (NSFW)

One Stormy Night: Shaw x Gavin x Reader (very NSFW)

Careless Whisper: Shaw x Reader (parody)

A Bolt From The Blue: Shaw x Reader (NSFW)

Lessons: Shaw x Reader (NSFW)

Scent: Shaw x Reader (NSFW; read it on my Patreon - please see link on my pinned post)

Headcanons:

Come Up To My Room: How The Boys Would Seduce You (NSFW)

The ABCs of Shaw (NSFW)

Sexxxting In Public (NSFW)

It's The End Of The World: How The Boys Would Respond To You Choosing Another Partner

"The Most Beautiful Girl In The World": The Guys As Fathers

Make It Bounce: The Boys And Their A$$ets (NSFW)

Call Me Daddy (Twitter Thread HC)

A Softer Touch: The Boys In Lingerie (NSFW; a collabo with @meowlayn-art)

Lemme See You Sweat: The Boys' Favourite Ways To Train

Dance For Me: The Boys Giving Lap Dances (NSFW; read it on my Patreon - pls see link on my pinned post)

Kiss Me: How Kisses With The Boys Would Feel Like (NSFW; read it on my Patreon - pls see link on my pinned post)

Fingers Or Tongue: Who's Got Game? (NSFW; read it on my Patreon - pls see link on my pinned post)

Love Letters:

Choices: A Letter From Shaw

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[otonymous]

Dance For Me: The Boys Giving Lap Dances (MLQC NSFW Headcanon)

Description: Ever wondered what it would be like to get a lap dance from your favourite guy? Here's your chance to find out (all >6000 words of it!)! 🤩🔥😂

Bonus: comes with a specially curated Spotify Playlist to get you in the mood! 🤤😆

Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language - reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: brief mentions of anxiety, weapons (simulated gunfire), role-playing (professor-student RP), jealousy, profanity, PDAs

Dive deeper into the fantasy now on my Patreon page! Hope you enjoy it and happy reading y'all! 💖🥰

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[otonymous]

Heads up: this is gonna be a raunchy one y'all 🙈🤣🔥

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[otonymous]

Coming Soon: An Exclusive Series 👀🔥✍🏼

Caught in the throes of passion - skin to bare skin - what are the thoughts running through his head?

Find out soon in Little Black Book, a series that will give you an insider's look into the thoughts, feelings and emotions of each of these often inscrutable men.

Coming soon to Patreon...💦💦💦

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[otonymous]

Scent (MLQC Shaw - NSFW)

Description: Shaw's first entry in the Little Black Book™️ series. Take a peek into this guy's mind 👀

It is written in the smile that materializes on her lips, one she cannot suppress no matter how hard she tries to play coy.  I know because I can feel her, the way her body shifts against mine in the cramped space of that aisle between shelves.  Her thighs press together beneath that skirt she wore just for me, the one she had initially declined to buy because it was “too short, too revealing.”

“Easy access,” I had said, giving her a shrug before walking off in that boutique she had dragged me to the week before.

Her delicate fingers grip now at the hem that stopped just above mid-thigh, and she is biting her lip in just the right way to make me lose control as that skirt rides up…up…up…

…just far enough to show me that she isn’t wearing anything underneath.

Continue the sexy times with Shaw on my Patreon page...🔥🔥🔥🤣

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[otonymous]

A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part IV (End): Courage, My Love

Description: The final chapter.  The Big Bang 😉  Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised.  Potential trigger warnings: physically aggressive behaviour, ex-boyfriends, angst, size kink, profanity, vaginal fingering and intercourse Word Count: 4237 words (~21 mins of thrills, real talk, fluff and smut) Author’s Notes: To all the lovelies who have been patiently following this story: you’ve made it! 🥳  Welcome to the final chapter in this Shaw saga, where we aim to go out with a massive bang (pun intended 😆).  Once again, thank you all for every like, reblog, and comment I’ve received on this story.  You are all amazing, and I appreciate your support! 💕

As always, tagging the lovely @op-peccatori​ — I hope you enjoyed this story!  I certainly had lots of fun writing this!  Please note the potential trigger warnings listed above, dear readers, and happy reading! 

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The quiet is back.

But there is no peace, no relief in the monotony that follows after the man known as Shaw burst into your life like a bolt from the blue, stirring up long forgotten feelings like dead leaves animated by a carefree wind — here one minute, gone the next.

And with each passing day, hope erodes.

Little by little, your heart learns not to race as the clock above the magazine rack approaches 1:30.

It becomes harder to remember the sound purple sneakers made walking through the store.

You stop hoping, wishing, to see a head of lavender hair; that the next person to approach the register would place a cup of Pepsi mixed with Coke on the counter, amber-eyed gaze speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

Days become weeks, and then eventually…

…you stop counting them altogether.

* * *

“You’re looking good.  I see you’re doing well for yourself.”

He reaches for the jade pendant hanging around your neck, eyes flashing with amusement when you hit his hand away with an audible smack.

“What the hell do you want?  Haven’t you already done enough?” You say through grit teeth, steps quickening as you head for the better lit part of the street, trying to outpace the man and silently cursing the fact that returning to the convenience store was no longer an option at this point.

“C’mon baby, don’t be like that.  It took a lot of effort to track you down and I waited a very long time for you to get off work.  It’s cold, dark and lonely out here.  Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?  Or friend, at least?”

“ ‘Ex-boyfriend,’ asshole, and you’re no friend of mine, especially not after the way you took my life’s savings and ran.”

“Baby, it wasn’t like that—”

“Oh yeah?!  Did you try telling that to the loan sharks too before they came and trashed my place?  I had to move, Leto, because it wasn’t safe for me anymore, not with the way they kept harassing me and the neighbours asking about your whereabouts.  They even came to my office.  I lost my fucking job.  So don’t come around here and tell me that I’m doing well for myself.”

Breaking into a sprint, your mind races as you try to think of a way to lose your ex, anger and anxiety prickling every nerve in equal measure.  He had ruined your life, singlehandedly taken away everything you had.  And though you had known him once, desperation has a way of making monsters out of men.

And right now, for all you knew, he was desperate and dangerous.

“Please, I just want to talk.  I don’t need much this time, just a little bit to get me through this rough patch.  I’ll pay you back, I swear, just…just STOP FOR A MOMENT!—”

You shriek to feel Leto wrap his hand about your wrist, but before he could tighten his grip, another arm is thrown around your shoulder, pulling you back until you’re pressed up against a hard, muscular chest, staring at a close up of Snoopy riding a skateboard.

“You got business with my girl?”

That voice.  Dangerous and cocksure, yet comforting like nothing else as the muffled words reverberate through the tiny bones of your ear, a prelude to the soothing ba-bump of his heart, rhythm steady and concrete as the ground upon which you stood.

Shaw.

He’s really here.

“Hehe.  Your girl?”  The derision in Leto’s voice makes you sick to your stomach; you can’t help but hold your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he looks Shaw up and down, zeroing in on his old t-shirt.  “Tsk, tsk.  So, not only do you enjoy wearing second hand clothing, you also have the habit of picking up sloppy seconds?”

BOOM!

Deafening thunder rolls moments after a bolt of lightning rends the night sky in two, throwing a jagged spotlight on the fury written on Shaw’s face when he moves just as fast to grab a fistful of Leto’s collar.  The muscles of his forearm bulge as he holds up the entirety of Leto’s bodyweight in one hand, the sky opening in a sudden downpour as your ex struggles in midair, rain dripping almost comically from dangling feet.

And when Shaw brings Leto’s terrified face up close, the ferocity in those amber eyes sends a chill up your spine.

“This is the last time you’ll ever talk to her, see her, even think about her.  Or else I’ll find you and take my sweet time making you wish you were never born, do you understand me?”

Head bobbing in vigorous nods, drops of water fly off the tips of Leto’s rain-slicked hair.  Seemingly satisfied, Shaw tosses him onto the ground at your feet, voice low yet audible as it cuts through the din of the storm when he says, “Beg for her forgiveness.”

The fear in his expression almost palpable, Leto looks between you and Shaw — cowardice etched onto features you had once found so pleasing a lifetime ago.  He prostrates himself onto the wet pavement, voice cracking in between sobs as he yells over the sound of the rain:

“P-please…please forgive me!  I’m a piece of shit!  I’m nothing, I’m garbage!  I…I deserve to go to Hell for what I did to you!  I-I’m so sorry!  Please forgive me!”

Leto reaches out a shaky hand towards your soaked shoes before he remembers Shaw’s warning, but it is too late.  Black combat boots hit the concrete hard within an inch of Leto’s face as Shaw stoops, yanking back a fistful of hair and pulling until your ex is looking up at you like a pitiful supplicant begging for mercy.

“Satisfied?”  Shaw looks to you as if he were asking about something as mundane as the weather.  You nod, suddenly too tired to even speak.  You wanted to wash your hands of Leto, wanted nothing to do with all that had happened since you finished your shift at the convenience store.  All you could do was watch as Leto scrambled away on all fours the moment Shaw loosened his hold, running until he was nothing more than a speck of darkness merging with the night.

The rain is cold, wetness driving against your body to leech even the final bits of warmth from bone.  Your clothes are drenched, heavy as they cling uncomfortably to skin.  But you are too drained to care, lacking the energy to even notice when the dim light of the streetlamp above is blotted out — Shaw holding his leather jacket over your head in the place of an umbrella.

All you are aware of before your vision goes dark is the anxiety in his voice when he calls your name over and over again, how weightless it felt to be carried in the cradle of his arms.  

How much you missed the scent you thought you had learned to forget.

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“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?”

You opened your eyes to gaze into irises of warm amber, the situation similar to one you experienced before except for the fact that this time, you were the one lying in bed, staring at a man who sat on its edge, brows knit with concern beneath soft lavender strands.

“If you slept for any longer, I would’ve had to knock on your neighbour’s door.” Shaw chuckles but the sound is hollow, mirthlessness obvious like the blanched knuckles of his tightly clenched fists.

“What…how did we…” You begin, voice raspy as it dies, a sudden sharp pain in your throat making you wince.

And immediately, Shaw is on his feet, rummaging through cupboards in your kitchen until he finds a glass.  You watch him run the tap, fill it to the brim.  Feel the strength of his arm around your back as he holds you up, touch lingering even as you down the water in gulps to chase the discomfort away.

“You passed out not long after your douchebag of an ex ran off with his tail between his legs.  I found your keys in your purse, so I let myself into your apartment — hope you don’t mind.  Although, to be fair, I was also carrying you at the time, so it’s not really breaking and entering.”

Head feeling like it would explode as the events of the evening come rushing back, you turn towards him…slowly…slowly, afraid Shaw might disappear before your eyes should any movement prove too sudden.

Thank him.  Now.  Before he goes away again.

He is close, so close that you can count those long, beautiful lashes; almost feel the minuscule shifts in the air between you every time he blinks — those pupils encroaching onto gold as they expand and pulling you into their depths as they do.

“Why are you doing this?”

He doesn’t flinch at your question, and you can’t bring yourself to be shocked by the discrepancy between what you meant to say and the words actually spilling from your lips.  And as the grey memory of days spent counting the hours of his absence settles like lead in the pit of your stomach, the only thing you knew was that your heart couldn’t survive latching onto this sliver of hope only to have it ripped away again.

All you wanted…was the truth.

“Because I can’t stand to see you sad anymore.”

There is no smirk to stretch across that handsome face, only pain that hurts your heart to see it.  Resignation heavy in his voice, Shaw takes a deep breath before he continues.

“Turns out I’m weak when it comes to you.  Selfish.  I know I’m no good for you; there’s no future with me.  I can’t give you anything, can’t even promise you tomorrow, but…I just can’t stop thinking about you.  Wondering how you are.  Whether you’re eating well, sleeping well.  If you’re safe…happy.

“Tonight wasn’t supposed to happen.  I just wanted to make sure you got home okay, that some asshole wasn’t going to hassle you at work.  But then your ex showed up and when he tried to get fresh with you, well…I couldn’t let that slide.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but…I’m sorry, if I ever made you sad, if I scared you.  I’m sorry for everything.”

His gaze drops to the rip in his jeans, the drip, drip of the leaky faucet the only sound in the ensuing silence of his confession.  That is, until you say,

“I’m sorry too…that you’re such an idiot.”

His head whips up, brows furrowed and mouth slack as if caught in a rare moment of speechlessness.  The shock makes him seem years younger, lending him an air of innocence that you couldn’t help but smile at.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m a grown woman, capable of making my own decisions.  I’m not so naïve that I don’t know what I would be getting into by being with you.  You say you can’t promise me tomorrow, but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone.  All we can ask for — hope for — is the here and now.  

“Love takes courage, as does life.  But a life without love…it’s not much of a life, is it?  So I’m willing to be brave if that’s what it’ll take for us to be together.”

As quickly as they came, the words are gone, leaving you cotton-mouthed and faint as your heart pounds to send the blood rushing to your ears.  That could’ve been the only explanation as to why Shaw’s “I knew there was a reason why I loved you” sounded so muffled you had to ask him to repeat himself.

“Too bad, I only say things once.”

And there it is again: the spark in his eyes, smirk on those lips — igniting the fire you only allowed yourself to feel in dreams of his body on yours, skin to skin like kindling to flame.

“Are you that single-minded about everything?”  You ask, the smile on your face mirroring his as it approaches closer…

“Only when it comes to not letting go of the one I care about.”

…closer…

“Tell me one thing.”  Your voice is barely above a whisper.

…and closer still.

Lips now a hair’s breadth apart, the gentle rhythm of his exhalation blows soft upon your cupid’s bow; a shy request.  Your vision is filled with him, wonderfully awash with colour — lavender, amber, the soft pink of his mouth — and you wished you were the very clothes upon his body; saturated in his intensity, dyed in his hues.

His eyes fixate on your tongue when you wet your lips before asking, “That night, when you were hurt so badly you passed out in my store…why did you still insist on coming in?”

Shaw’s breath catches, hitching in his throat.  You know because you can feel it, the way the warmth stops short on your skin.  And when he speaks, the eyes that hold yours tell you this is no lie.

“Because if it was going to be the last night of my life, I didn’t want to go without seeing your face one more time.”

Love is a funny thing.  Formless, senseless, yet the strongest thing that could bind two strangers.  You hadn’t known Shaw for long, could count the days you spent together on one hand.  And still, entirely without reason, he bled into each and every hour, crept into the darkest corners of your mind to fill your weary heart with a desperation that made it very clear that love was far from done with you.

That right or wrong, the only place you wanted to be was here — held in the arms that wrapped around your body: hot, tight, safe…

…Shaw.

His lips are softer than you ever imagined when he brings his face to yours, plush silk gliding corner to corner to cover your mouth in reverent kisses — one for each night he came into your store, watched over you from afar.  

Your stalwart protector.

You tasted it now, the remnants of cinnamon on his tongue from the gum he was so fond of chewing, intensified by the memory of all the times you wondered about its flavour: pink bubbles popping in his mouth as he coolly dealt with the robber, the night you emptied his pockets as your neighbour stitched him up on your bed.

Shaw tasted sweet.  Far sweeter than you ever imagined.

And when his tongue slides against yours — slow and sure as it explores your mouth with increasing fervour before drawing back just as you clenched around emptiness, yearning for more, the beast within you refuses to abide.

You like the shock that passes over his face when you move, sudden and forceful, to push him onto the mattress beneath you; the artless way Shaw sinks teeth into his bottom lip in response.  You like how he watches as you straddle his hips — gaze earnest and body honest, hardening as you grind undulating circles upon his groin.

But, perhaps most of all, you liked the spark of something wild in those amber eyes, an unpredictability warning that if you weren’t careful, you’d be the one to find yourself pinned to the bed.

Because wasn’t that ultimately the push-and-pull that characterized so much between you and him?  Maddening at times, but always, always binding you to Shaw like some red string of fate.

So you nod when he whispers “May I?”, unable to suppress a moan to finally feel his hands on you: tracing along your jaw, cradling your face…resting the pad of his finger on your lip before pushing past to stroke your tongue.

Every sound he makes pleases; the soft hiss preceding the bob of his Adam’s apple to feel your lips pucker around his finger to suck, pink tongue enticing as it swirls along the length of that digit, drawing it deeper into the hot wetness of your mouth.

You never saw yourself as seductive before, but Shaw made you feel sexy.  Perhaps the impulse stemmed from some primitive desire, an instinctive call to please the man you felt so profoundly for that shame was the farthest thing from your mind when you pulled his hand from your lips to guide it to your breast, only partially aware of how wet you were becoming from his gaze alone — half-lidded and heavy with lust.

The heat of his touch permeates your blouse, white and transparent still in patches from the rain.  You watch his hands as they play: cupping your breasts in a gentle squeeze, thumbs and forefingers catching your nipples to pinch and roll until they stood stiff against the drape of your clothing, the flush of your flesh bold through fabric.

“You’re so beautiful that there are times I think you can’t possibly be real.”

His voice is low, husky.  You let it wash over you, almost frightened by how stupidly happy you become, willing the magic to linger even as his words dissipate amongst the sounds of the night: neon buzzing and the faraway screams of sirens in the distance.

A world apart.

Your hands find the broad expanse of his chest, tracing along muscle before circling the nipples that stood erect against his damp t-shirt.  Each twitch is endearing, every erratic breath he draws to feel your touch making you fall harder.  And when he tries to focus on unbuttoning your blouse while fighting the impulse to tear it clean off your body, the stirring between your legs grows in intensity until he finally pulls the silken panels aside, a quiet gasp escaping his lips to see his necklace nestled between your breasts.

“It really does belong on you.”  

The admiration in his tone is laced with a hint of possessiveness that makes you throb.  Shaw pushes himself to sitting, gathering you onto his lap in one smooth motion as he buries his face in your chest, inhaling deep.  You gasp to feel gentle teeth sink into the flesh of your breasts, Shaw following the chain of precious metal with his lips until it leads to the pendant.  And when his tongue slips out to draw the piece of jade into his mouth, he brings your nipple along with it.

“Oh!…”

The sensation is unlike any you’ve known before, the soft wetness of his pliant tongue a searing contrast with the cool, smooth stone rubbing against the sensitive tip of your breast in equal measure.  You feel his smile on your skin when you fist your hands into lavender hair, spine curving as your legs begin to tremble.

And he had yet to touch you below the waist.

“Your body responds so well to me.  I knew you were a good girl.”  He looks up at you, teasing shamelessly even as he continues to lavish attention on your breasts.

“Just your girl, if you’ll have me,” you say without second thought, long past the point of caring to keep your cards close to your chest.

Something breaks in that expression, the final walls crumbling like dust when Shaw blinks once…twice, revealing eyes that shine with emotion when he replies, “For the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.”

* * *

“Hmm!—”

Your moan is muffled, swallowed by Shaw’s greedy lips like he does with every sound of ecstasy that leaks like you do around his cock, buried impossibly deep in your body as it rocks back and forth, back and forth on his muscular thighs…

…doing your best to adjust to his ample size.

He had barely suppressed a chuckle when you first slipped your hand into his jeans, a subtle mix of pride and amusement on his face to see your eyes widen when you couldn’t quite wrap palm and fingers around the entirety of his girth.

And foreplay had only just begun.

“Still doing okay?” Shaw asks, touch tender as he brushes loose strands of hair from your eyes, lips smoothing along the apple of your cheek to feel its pink heat.  “We can go as slow as you want, there’s no rush.  If it’s too much, we can stop—”

“No!  No…I’m okay.  More than okay, I’m great.  Please…please don’t stop…don’t stop…”

Struggling to string words together, your breath comes in disjointed pants as Shaw begin to thrust up — the look on his face effortlessly sensual when he bites his lip to feel you spasm around him, tight wetness yielding in increments to accommodate his body as it broke new ground.

For you had never taken a man of that size, the litheness of Shaw’s muscular body belying the impressive package he’d been hiding in those jeans.  Your jaw ached just to look upon the length of that thick cock, mouth watering as a fresh wave of arousal made you press your thighs tighter together.  The movement didn’t go unnoticed.  Shaw had drawn you to him then — deft fingers dipping low to trace the outline of your swollen folds through moist panties, lavender head bending to kiss its lacy trim.

He took his time preparing you, licking his fingers before he eased them into your pussy — first one, then two…curling deep until the slippery sounds of arousal told him the time was ripe to introduce the third, leaving you blooming for him even as he whispered, “Think you’re ready for me to make you my girl for real?”

It borders on overwhelming, this sensation of fullness — between your legs, within your heart.  And as skin stretched to capacity to accommodate the sweet friction of his slide, you wished there was a way for the euphoria of this connection to last forever:

To the one you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

To this man you loved like no other.

“Shaw.”

His name is faint on your breath when he falls back onto the bed, taking you with him.  And as you found yourself straddling his hips once more, the altered angles of your bodies gave him the leverage to make you gasp when he begins to thrust in earnest.  The eroticism of his face, lost in lust, drives all thoughts from your mind as you drop a hand to your clit, fingers drawing tight circles before his hungry eyes.

The violence of your climax takes you by surprise, having no time to consider neighbours and thin walls as the lewdest sounds escape your lips at high volume.  Intense convulsions wracking your body in waves, you clench in time around your lover.  The sensation proves too much to bear, drawing out Shaw’s own release as he pulls out to spill onto the folds of your pussy — swollen and pink and trembling still beneath the coat of his pearlescent seed.

* * *

“I love you.”  

Morning light trickles across your walls like the slow crawl of spidery legs.  Shaw’s words hang in the air between you, a final, sacred moment shared between lovers before the rest of the world wakes.

You loved the hoarseness in his voice; a testament to the hours of noisy lovemaking you had shared in lieu of sleep.

You loved the weight of his hand, stroking softly at the crown of your head.

You loved the rhythm of his heart, echoing just below your ear to confirm his existence.

“I love you too.”

You look up into those amber eyes, trying to discern whether those four little words were sufficient in conveying that fact that you adored every fibre of the man before you.

The smile that graces his face in return is tender, honest…more brilliant than the day breaking in the East.

Your hands find his body, bare beneath the sheets.  And as a curious finger traces along the ridge of the scar that runs in a broad stroke across his sculpted abdomen, your gaze falls on his t-shirt, draped over the back of a chair.

“You should probably throw that Snoopy shirt away, especially after what happened last night.”

Shaw follows your line of sight, chest rising and falling in a deep sigh.  “Shitty as its previous owner was, I could never bring myself to hate something that reminds me of you.  Aside from saving my ass, this was the first gift you ever gave me.  And I never throw away gifts from my girl.”

His girl.

The mystery of life is that filled with unknowns though it is, we continue to live, brave in the face of the uncertainty that comes with every passing day.  You had no idea what fate had in store for you or Shaw, had no way of knowing if your relationship existed on borrowed time.  

The only thing you were certain of was that your feelings for each other were real, that try as you might, neither of you were very good at forgetting the other.  That in this moment, here and now, the only thing that mattered was this love that hit you…

…like a bolt from the blue.

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