#wet hot summer bingo

[pascalispretty]

Breathe Me In

Rafael Barba x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Oral Sex/Cunnilingus

Summary: You try to convince Rafael to be a little sweeter to you after bringing him lunch. He obliges.

Written for @lannister-slings-and-arrows, @melk917 and @pascalispretty's Wet Hot Summer Bingo, fulfilling the 'Watermelon Sugar' prompt. As always, an immense thank you to @lannister-slings-and-arrows for editing; any remaining Britishisms are my own. Also on AO3.

The cafe is only ten minutes from Rafael’s apartment but by the time you’ve walked there to pick up lunch and come back you’re so sweaty you look like you’ve just finished a 5k. Your tee shirt sticks to your back as you catch your breath just inside the door, steeling yourself for the trip up four flights of stairs. 

The city is in the middle of a heatwave, the humidity rendering the air thick and oppressive and still. While the AC was on the fritz at your own apartment, you had temporarily decamped to your boyfriend’s in an attempt to escape the record temperatures. 

When you finally let yourself in you notice that the front room is empty. Rafael’s desk, where you had left him working earlier, is no longer occupied and you frown. 

“Raf?” you call out, pausing to grab one of the napkins that had come with your takeout and dab at your forehead. 

“Back here,” he answers and you roll your eyes. The bedroom is the coolest room in the apartment thanks to the unit in the window–you’re surprised he hadn’t moved his work there earlier. Kicking off your sandals, you make your way back towards his hideout. 

You sigh in relief when the cooler air washes over you as you open the door. Rafael is sitting up against the headboard writing careful notes in the margins of the thick case file in his lap and he perks up noticeably when he sees the brown paper bag in your hand. He sets his pen down. 

“Oh, thank God,” he huffs, shoving his work aside and reaching eagerly for the bag. “Did you get me more coffee?” 

“Nope.” He looks comically crestfallen, as though you’d informed him of a national espresso shortage. “Man cannot live on caffeine alone, Rafael. Besides, it’s not like you don’t have coffee here.”

“I have to make that myself,” he grumbles, rifling through the bag and grabbing the sandwich he’d ordered. “What’s this?” He pulls one of the bottles free and holds it up. 

“Watermelon lemonade. I got myself a blood orange one.” Before you join him on the bed you unbutton your shorts and kick them off. “I don’t know how you can even think about drinking coffee when it’s this hot out.” Rafael pulls a sceptical face, eyeing his drink suspiciously. 

“Watermelon lemonade? They didn’t have regular lemonade?” 

“Nope, just flavoured,” you tell him as you sit cross-legged on the bed beside him. He mutters something under his breath and you think you catch the word ‘gentrification’ as he passes the bag back to you. 

“Hey,” you protest, knocking your knee into his thigh. “I walked forever in a heatwave to get you lunch and a cold drink. Just taste it.” You pull your own drink out and take a sip, pleasantly surprised at how well the flavours work together. Rafa is still looking doubtfully at the pink drink in his hand and you roll your eyes. 

"You're such a baby, would it kill you to just try it?" you laugh. "I did, after all, nearly die of heatstroke bringing it to you. I thought you might be a little sweeter to me after my valiant sacrifice." 

"Oh, is that what you're after? A little sweetness?" He gestures to your bare legs, arching a blond eyebrow at you and finally opening the bottle. "Is that why you're half naked? Trying to give me a hint?" He takes a sip and carefully maintains his neutral expression.

“I’m half naked because I’m sweaty and gross and as soon as I finish my sandwich I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You take a bite and cast your eye over the files scattered haphazardly on the bed.

“Maybe you should join me,” you tease. “You look like you could use a break.” He had been working all morning, already bent over a legal pad at the table when you had finally gotten out of bed. By the time you’d arrived at Rafael’s place last night, you’d been too tired to do much more than brush your teeth and fall into bed. Certainly too tired to have sex, despite how much you’ve missed him over the last week. He chuckles around a mouthful, shaking his head and swallowing so he can reply, 

“You know as well as I do that that shower is not built for two people. One of us will fall out and I don’t have time for a trip to the emergency room today.” You pout even though you know he’s right.

“You seem to be enjoying your drink just fine. What happened to being sweeter to me if you liked it?” you ask, prompting another laugh from your boyfriend. 

“It’s not terrible. Though it’s not caffeinated and it tastes more like strawberries than watermelon,” he informs you, holding the bottle out so you can try some. “And I don’t remember actually agreeing to that,” he teases. You make a face at him and he smiles. 

“Maybe they added strawberries to improve the colour?” you suggest. He takes a sip from your proffered bottle and shrugs.

“Not bad. For not being coffee.”

“At the rate you’re building a tolerance, someday drinking coffee won’t be enough,” you laugh. “If you don’t slow down I‘m worried I’ll come home to find you freebasing the stuff.” Rafa laughs with you, almost choking on his lunch. 

“If my coffee consumption bothers you you can go back to your own apartment with its broken AC.” He tries to sound threatening but the effect is slightly ruined by the fact that he has barely stopped eating long enough to speak. 

“Yeah, yeah, as if. Then who’d bring you lunch?” You wink, crumpling the paper your food had been wrapped in and throwing it back into the bag. “I’m gonna shower.” 

The bathroom is warmer than the bedroom was so you strip out of your remaining clothes as quickly as possible. You turn the water as cold as you can bear it and stand under the spray for a while, letting it cool you off. If you could, you would stay under for hours but you don’t want to rack up a huge water bill for Rafael. So you wash quickly using some of Rafa’s fancy shower gel and reluctantly turn the water off. 

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you briefly head into the living room to grab your book. You had thought about making yourself comfortable on the couch and reading so you don’t disturb Rafael while he works but it’s too hot in there for you to consider it. 

“Raf, it won’t bother you if I read in here with you will it?” you ask, as you make your way back to the bedroom, shivering a little as the cooler air hits your damp skin. “It’s too hot–” 

Instead of returning to his file, Rafael had stacked it carelessly onto the bedside table with his legal pad and pens. He’d also taken his tee shirt and shorts off, leaving him sitting on the bed in only a pair of black boxer briefs. 

“Why are you half naked now? Copying my cold shower idea?” you tease, throwing your book onto the dresser. He shakes his head. 

“Come here,” he demands, holding his arms out for you. Raising one of your eyebrows, you do as you’re told; dropping the towel and settling yourself on his lap. You twine your arms around his neck and your fingers find the short hair at the nape of Rafa’s neck.

“What’s made you decide to stop being such a grump?” you ask, eyelids fluttering closed as his large hands stroke down your back and knead absently at the base of your spine. He doesn’t seem to care that you're still damp from your shower as his hands roam further south. 

“Made an espresso while you were showering.” He says it jokingly but you’re pretty sure you can actually smell coffee on his breath. “And you did tell me I should be sweeter to you.” Rafael lowers his head to your neck, running his lips lightly over the delicate skin of your throat. 

“I did.” You gasp softly when you feel his teeth drag against your pulse point, your fingers digging a little tighter into the nape of his neck. 

“So…” Rafael murmurs, rolling the two of you until you’re pinned to the bed beneath him. “Let me be sweet to you.” You’re sure you’ll never tire of the feeling of him on top of you–his warm, broad body pressing you into the mattress. 

Yet, for all that you normally love his bulk covering you like this, it’s not the most comfortable in this heat. Seemingly conscious of this, Rafael presses a quick, filthy kiss to your lips that stops as suddenly as it starts and begins making his way down your body. 

You let yourself relax, sinking back against the sheets as Rafael sweeps his hands over you, sighing contentedly when one of his thumbs brushes against your nipple. Thoughts of your email that you’d wanted to check and the book you had wanted to finish leave your head within the space of a heartbeat as you concentrate on Rafa’s touch, his shoulders pressing against your thighs. 

He takes his time. He trails his fingers down your chest, his mouth following to press kisses and nips across your collarbones and breasts–never pausing for very long. You shift restlessly underneath him, all too aware of the heat rising in your core and the slick starting to smear down your thighs. 

“If this is your idea of being sweet to me, I might actually bring you coffee tomorrow,” you say softly, carding your fingers through his thick hair. 

“Beautiful,” Rafael sighs, his breath warm on your sternum as he traces a slow, meandering path down your body with his lips. You whine when his tongue darts out to lick one of your nipples, the flesh stiffening further as his spit cools on your skin. His lips close over the tight bud, and the warm pull of his mouth makes you moan quietly. Those broad hands of his spread out over your hips, holding you steady as he finally settles between your thighs. 

“You don’t look so bad down there yourself,” you manage, feeling more than a little breathless as he lazily presses kisses along the inside of your thighs. His hair tickles but his hand closes around your thigh when you involuntarily jerk away. 

“I love your thighs. God, they’re so wonderful and warm around my head when I eat you out.” Rafa’s voice is rough, a low rumble that you feel vibrating against your leg as he drags his tongue down the inside of your thigh and stops just short of your cunt. The sight of him worshipping them with more kisses and licks is downright heavenly–you want to burn it into your memory, to have it keep you company on the nights when he works late. 

“How mad would you be if I took a photo of you just like this?” Rafa doesn’t dignify your teasing question with a response, preferring instead to nip at your soft flesh until you’re sure you’ll have marks.

It seems to take an eternity for him to duck his head down and swipe his tongue between your folds, an obscene moan ripped from his throat. 

“Fuck, querida. You taste so sweet.” You’re barely listening, focused instead on the way he pushes his shoulders a little further under your thighs and the way his hands slide up to grab your ass. That one pass of his tongue is nowhere near enough. It’s a single drop of rain trying to contain a wildfire. 

“God, Rafael–” Your brief attempt at pleading is abruptly curtailed when Rafa closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue swirling lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. The noise that is ripped out of you sounds broken, high and needy and desperate and you wind your fingers into Rafa’s soft hair. 

Your nails scratch at his scalp as he groans against you and heat surges down your spine, lighting all of your nerve endings on fire as it goes. Your back arches and you tilt your hips, presenting yourself to Rafael’s mouth as best as you can with his hands still holding you in place. 

He adopts a slow, almost teasing, pace that you think is probably payback for attempting to deny him his coffee. Rafa’s tongue sweeps messily along the seam of your cunt and traces lazy shapes over your clit, ignoring your attempts to buck your hips up against him. Occasionally his lips close around it and suck, unfailingly making you moan sharply and send more electricity lancing through your body. 

When he pushes his tongue inside your cunt it rips a sound out of you that you can only describe as a wail. His eagerness to press as deeply inside of you as he can makes his nose bump against your clit, a twin assault that has you tugging harder at his hair in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself. It only encourages him, his hands gripping your ass tighter as he tries to pull you down impossibly further onto his tongue. 

Something about his fervour, his attempt to get even closer with no regard for his own ability to breathe, makes your hips lock and your heart hammer so fast that you can hear your blood roaring in your ears. You can feel the barest exhalations against your slick skin as he breathes you in. 

“Fuck, fuck Rafa—‘m gonna come, don’t stop,” you babble, your fingers twisting in his hair. Rafael groans against you, the vibrations sending you spiralling higher. The bed creaks beneath you as Rafa shuffles forward on his knees, trying to push his whole body closer. His fingertips sink into the flesh of your ass, his grip turning to iron as he pushes you over the edge. 

Every muscle in your body feels like it tenses and then lets go, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you can’t breathe. Heat floods out from your belly, familiar and primal, making your toes curl and your fingers twitch in Rafa’s hair as the warmth reaches them. You feel more slick flooding your cunt and you’re vaguely aware of the hungry moan it elicits from Rafael as it hits his tongue.

You come back to yourself slowly, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Rafael carries on lazily stroking his tongue inside of you. When you manage to look down at him your eyes meet his, the pale green almost completely eclipsed by the black of his pupils. You finally loosen your grip on his hair and your fingers feel stiff as you uncurl them. 

A soft noise of protest escapes you when Rafa pulls away to press more kisses against your thighs. You catch a smug grin curling across his lips. 

“Imagine the orgasm you would have gotten if you’d brought me my coffee in the first place.” 

#wet hot summer bingo #law and order svu #rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #wethotsummerbingo

[leelei1980]

@oneforthemunny ‘s Summer writing game

Prompt: 🐚 Vacation time with Eddie

Title: Island Time

Word count: 4k+ ( Got a little carried away but ya gotta have the spicy details right?)

🛑 Smut- Mature 18+ Minors DNI, Blowjobs and handjobs and P in V oh my! Unprotected sex (always wrap before you tap it!)🛑

I am super nervous/excited to share this piece, I hope y’all like it❤️

POV- Reader

You couldn't believe it . You had never won a single thing in your entire life, not a raffle, not even a bingo when you used to go play with your Grammy , and you had just won an all expense paid 7 day trip to the Virgin Islands through a radio call in contest. This was a dream come true. Seven days of fun in the sun, tropical drinks from morning till night and quality time with the love of your life. It was going to be so romantic.

You hurried home from work and burst through the door, excited to tell Eddie the amazing news but he was no where in sight. You could hear the shower running so you ran into the bathroom and flung the shower curtain open. Eddie screamed," Jesus fucking Christ! You scared the fucking shit out of me! I thought I was going to be murdered, like straight up Psycho shit! Ahh! I have shampoo in my eyes, I've got soap in my eyes and it fucking burns!" He stuck his face under the spray and rinsed off.

You smirked and rolled your eyes."You scare me all the fucking time so I don't feel sorry for you at all. And once you hear why I came barging in you are going to forget all about your burning eyes! "

Eddie turned off the tap and stood there a second trying to get a read on your expression. "Something good?"

You stood there for a second to take in the sight of a naked and wet Eddie Munson. You got an eyeful, smiled at him then handed him a towel. " Baby, I won! I won us a trip to St. Thomas! The Virgin Islands baby! We are going to the Caribbean!"

" What? Are you shittin me? "

" No Eds, I was the 100th caller in a radio contest and I got it!"

" Holy shit Sweetheart! That's fuckin awesome !"

" We are going on Vacation!" I clapped my hands together excitedly. " I pick up the info at the radio station Friday, we will have to ask for time off at work, I need to by a couple of bathing suits-"

" So when are we going on this Tropical Vacation Sweets?"

" Next month!"

" Wow, and uh how do we get there?"

You smile," How do you think baby? We have to fly in."

Eddie's face went completely serious. "I don't know baby, I've never flown before. I'm kind of nervous . I mean you know what happened to Buddy Holly and Ritchie Valens right? Both musicians and both died in a plane crash-"

" They flew out in the middle of a storm, in a tiny ass plane. Your going to be alright baby,I promise." I slapped his ass." Get dressed sweet cheeks, we are going shopping. You are going to need a fancy outfit because we are going to do at least one fancy dinner at the resort."

" Do I have to? I'm not exactly a fancy guy. I might not fit in with the fancy folks."

" You will be fine. I can't wait to get all dolled up, get a new dress, some fancy lingerie to wear under the dress-"

Eddie smirked." That's what I'm talking about." He wrapped his arms around your waist." Smokin hot hotel sex, with my sexy little kitten. "

" I can't wait to spend some quality alone time with you Mr. Munson, lounging around, room service, tropical drinks with umbrellas in them. Sounds like heaven."

" Sure does Princess." He pulled you in for a sweet kiss then smirked." So after we pick out my ' Fancy outfit' are we shopping for your 'Fancy lingerie'? Like I try on a couple outfits, you try on a couple outfits..."

You smile up at him. " You can pick out one sexy outfit, the rest are going to be a surprise."

" What are we waiting for? Let's get the fuck out of here."

" Um, Eddie, as much as I love looking at your sweet ass you need to get dressed first."

Eddie smiled." You had me all excited there Dollface. Of course , pants first."

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" St. Thomas here we come!" You said excitedly as you pulled your luggage out of the trunk of Steve Harrington's car. He had offered to drive you to Indianapolis and drop you off so that you wouldn't have to pay to park your car.

" I feel like I am going to puke." Eddie breathed in a few deep breaths.

Steve chuckled and pat his friend on the back." Your going to be fine Munson, people fly safely every day. Your flying first class buddy, buckle up,down some champagne and you will be there before you know it."

" Then we will be laying on the beach without a care in the world." You lightly kiss his lips. " Oh! Baby, I don't know if they will let you through security with your rings on, you might need to put them in your checked luggage."

" I can't wear my rings?"

" Just through security baby, they will set off the metal detectors. You don't have any pocket knives or anything right? "

Eddie pat himself down then emptied his pockets." Nope. Jesus, this is awfully complicated."

" Don't pay any attention to Eddie here, he's never left Indiana before, let alone the country." Steve smirked.

" Fuck you Steve."

" I'm going to let that slide because I know you are nervous." Steve walks up to you and gives you a big hug, then does the same to Eddie." Have fun, safe travels guys. And Munson, try to get some sun, your as white as a ghost."

You watch Eddie flip Steve off , then you wave goodbye and grab your bag.

" Come on baby, let's get this adventure started."

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" Hey Princess, does this belt look secure to you?"

You lean over to check that Eddie's seatbelt is in fact securely tightened. "Snug as a bug Eds." You lightly kiss his lips before sitting back in your seat. You take his hand and give it a squeeze. " Try to relax, ok Baby?"

Eddie put his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. " I'm going to put my music on. Let me know when they are serving Alcohol, would ya Doll?"

" You got it." You had never seen Eddie this nervous about anything before, the man could walk up on a stage and perform in front of a crowd without batting an eye but this scared the shit out of him. You watched him put on his headphones and completely tune out. Shortly after take off they served alcohol, you got a mimosa and got Eddie some whiskey on the rocks which he took down in one gulp then quickly went back to his music. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and pulled his head to your chest. In a matter of minutes he was sleeping like a baby.

The first flight was smooth sailing and the connecting flight was uneventful. Eddie loosened up a little for the second flight but still refused to unfasten his seatbelt, even when you asked him if he wanted to join the mile high club he respectfully declined, and stayed securely fastened in his seat.

It was a relief when you landed at your final destination, found your luggage and boarded the shuttle to your resort.

Eddies eyes were as big as saucers as he took in all the sights." Princess look at the palm trees, that water looks so clear and blue."

You loved that you were able to experience this with him, you had been to the ocean before but no place tropical and nowhere the water was turquoise and the beaches were this beautiful.

Your resort was gorgeous and you gasped as you opened the door to your suite." Holy Shit baby! We are living like royalty this week!" You dropped your bags and ran and flopped on the king sized bed, then giggled into a pillow.

" I could get used to this lifestyle. This really is a dream come true." Eddie threw his leather jacket onto a chair and walked over to a table that had a chilled bottle of champagne and a fruit basket on it." What do you say to a little bit of bubbly Lovie? I feel like Thurston Howell the third from Gillian's island." He smiled widely as he popped the top on the champagne.

" Don't even bother with the glasses Baby, it's our vacation and I'm drinking it straight out of the bottle." You get up off the bed and walk over to Eddie, really looking over just how beautiful the suite is. You watch Eddie take a swig from the bottle then hand it to you and you do the same. You explore the room together, peeking your heads into the bathroom and discovering a giant tub and wonderful smelling soaps and shampoos, and then the best part, the balcony overlooking the stunning beach. " Pinch me Ed's, I need to make sure this is real."

" How about instead of pinching you, I fuck you into that soft luxurious bed?"

You smile." You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet Munson."

Eddie smirks , scoops you up and he kisses you and carries you to the bed.

You smile." Eddie, I didn't even get to put on my fancy lingerie for you yet."

Eddie smiled." You know I love the way you look when you wear it, but honestly , I prefer you with nothing on." He throws you onto the bed then jumps down beside you and you both laugh." Time to get you out of these clothes Princess."

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Eddie

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Did I sleep on a fucking cloud? I don't know if I have ever slept so hard before. Could have been the champagne? Maybe it was because I had been so fucking worked up over the flight and I had finally let my body relax? Maybe it was the fresh ocean air? Or possibly the wild, uninhibited sex we had last night. Whatever it was I slept like a fucking rock.

I roll over to a cool pillow beside me and slowly open my eyes. The bed beside me is empty, but as I prop myself up on my elbows I notice the French doors to the private balcony are open.

I stretch and quietly get up and slip on the amazing fucking white robe that he hotel provided and padded over to the open door.

There was my Sweet Girl, wrapped in her robe, mimosa in hand, watching the sun rise over the ocean, hair blowing in the breeze, orange glow on her skin from the rising sun. She was breathtaking.

I quietly walked up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist, burying my face in her neck and placing light kisses on her skin.

" Mmmmm, good morning Baby." She purred.

" Good morning Princess." I nibbled on her ear. " Up awfully early this morning."

She sighed." I wanted to see the sunrise. Sorry I didn't wake you, you looked so peaceful and cozy, you were out like a light Eds." She smiled.

" I don't think I have ever slept so good in my life."

" You were snoring baby."

" What? No way."

" Way! You were so out that you were sawing logs." She chuckled.

" Sorry Sweetheart."

" Don't apologize, I didn't even notice it until I woke up. Then I laid there watching you sleep for a few minutes-"

" Fucking creepy-" I joked.

She laughed." You were adorable."

" I wasn't drooling was I?

" No Eddie you weren't drooling."

" Good, that would have been fucking gross."

" But I would still love you, drool and all." She took a sip from her glass than offered it to me. I finished it off then set it on the small balcony table. I watched her smile to herself as she looked back out to the ocean." Eds, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"

I lightly turned her face to mine . "Every time I look at you Doll." I placed a light kiss on her lips.

" Are you getting all gooey on me Eddie Munson?"

" Maybe." I pulled her closer, pressing my body into hers, and kissed the spot just below her ear, I slowly worked my way down her neck, collarbone, teeth lightly grazing her shoulder. I felt her shiver.

" Feels so good baby."

" You like that, my sweet girl?" I slid my hand up from her waist and into the front of her robe, lightly rubbing my thumb over her nipple and squeezing her breast. A moan escaped her lips and she melted into me, pressing her sweet round ass against me, causing my dick to immediately stir." How does that feel?"

" So good."

I slid my other hand under the bottom of her robe, over her hip, and down between her thighs ,lightly running my finger down her slit." Fuck Sweetheart, your already wet for me." I slowly circled her clit with my fingertip and felt her hips move against me.

" Eddie, please-"

" Please what Darling?"

" Please fuck me."

I smiled." Well since you asked me nicely-" I let go of her just long enough to spin her body around to face me.

She leaned forward and kissed me , her tongue dipping into my mouth and swirling with mine, it was passionate and intense and when she pulled away she very lightly tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth.

" Jesus Christ Sweetheart."

I felt her hand part my robe and wrap her hand around my rock hard cock , stroking it.

" Fuck baby, your already hard for me?" She mimicked with a smile.

I smirked than leaned in close, lips almost touching. I could feel her breathing quicken." I might have to fuck you right out here on this balcony Kitten."

" Promise?"

That was all it took. I captured her mouth with mine, putting everything I had into that kiss, trying to make her as breathless as she made me, all the while slowly walking her backwards to press her up against the wall of the little alcove , out of direct sight , giving us some privacy.

I cupped her face in my hands, then ran them down her neck,pushing her robe back a little over her shoulders, giving me better access to her delicate soft skin. I knew what she liked, what she wanted. My lips left hers, and I nibbled and licked my way down her throat to the juncture between her neck and her shoulder. I knew that kissing the sensitive skin of  neck would turn her on, so I lingered there a moment knowing that was her sweet spot and I heard her groan.

" Eddie-" she breathed , and I felt her hand untie the knot in my robe." Please Baby, I need more, I want you so fucking bad right now."

" I know, honey, because I need to be inside you right now . Don't worry,I've got you Sweetheart." I grabbed her fine ass with both hands and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around me and I lined my throbbing cock up with her slick entrance and slowly lowered her down.

We both moaned. God, it didn't matter how many times we have had sex, every time felt absolutely amazing.

" You feel so good inside me baby, so full," she panted, head back against the wall." Give me more baby."

" Your so fucking tight." I drove up into her again, and again, so turned on by the pretty little noises she made as I thrusted into her. " You take my cock so fucking well. Your pussy is so fucking perfect. It was made for me."I leaned down and drew her breast into my mouth,rolled her nipple on my tongue and listened as she groaned in response." I know how to take care of you baby."

" Mmmm, your so fucking good Eds," She wound her hands into my hair and tugged, pulling my head back, knowing how much the sensation turned me on, then attacked my throat.

" Fuuucck, Princess. Feels so fucking good." I pounded into her at a relentless pace, and I could tell by the sounds that she was making that she was getting close. I brought my forehead to hers," Cum for me."

" I-I'm so close-"

I dove in slow and hard and it was enough to send her over the edge. I watched as she threw her head back, my name falling from her lips as she rode out her wave of pleasure. " That's it Darling."

I felt my own orgasm building up,then the euphoria of release. My body shuttered as I came, and I felt her arms wrap around me. I leaned against her, head on her chest,breathing heavy, pressing her body into the wall.

She brushed the hair from my sweaty face and kissed the tip of my nose."I love you baby."

" I love you too Sweetheart." I lightly kissed her lips.

She unwrapped herself from me and I carefully lowered her down, her legs shook.

" You ok?"

" I am more than ok Eddie. How are you? You were the one that really got a workout."

" My legs are on fucking fire." I laughed. " Today might be a good day for lounging around with a drink in my hand."

She smiled widely." That is the plan then! " she covered herself back up with her robe but I catch her eyes roaming over me ." Why don't we take a shower then go down and see what this place has to offer? "

" Sounds perfect." I lean forward and kiss her lips and we walk back into the room. Once inside I drop my robe and walk casually around the room naked, giving her a little show and she laughs.

" Harrington was right, your white as a ghost, you need some sun on those cheeks Munson."

" You keep telling me I need to wear sunblock -"

" Not those cheeks ," she walked up and slapped my ass, " These cheeks."

" Your nothing but fucking trouble Princess, but that's why I love you."

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Reader POV

The next couple days flew by in a blur. The resort was beautiful, the beach was beautiful and the man you got to enjoy it all with was fucking beautiful. The two of you laid in the sun, swam in the ocean, drank fruity tropical drinks and fucked like rabbits. It was amazing.These were memories you would always cherish. Like snorkeling and watching Eddie's head pop up in front of me." Holy shit! Did you see that school of fish swim by? That was fucking awesome!" He even looked adorable with goggles on.

You would walk along the beach, write your names in the sand, Eddie would draw a dick and see how long it would last before the waves would erase it. You would sit side by side in lounge chairs by the pool, reaching across and holding each others hands, and you loved rubbing suntan lotion on him when other women were looking his way, showing them that he belonged to you , because let's face it, he was fucking hot.

Island Eddie was absolutely gorgeous. Sun tanned skin, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his lightly freckled nose, swim trunks riding low on his hips,tattoos on full display and the hair, you were a sucker for the wind blown beachy waves . He looked like a god walking out of the water. And his smile, you had never seen him smile so much. He was relaxed, and carefree and sometimes tipsy, and it looked good on him.

And just when you thought he couldn't possibly get any sexier, he walked out onto the balcony ,hair tied back into a low messy bun and he was wearing a fitted shortsleeved black linen shirt with the first couple of buttons undone , two silver chains around his neck and cream colored dress pants. You jaw dropped, you had helped him pick it out, but you hadn't seen it on him.

" Holy shit. Eddie you look so goddamn sexy."

" I was about to say the same about you, Princess." He smiled and sweetly kissed your lips." You look stunning."

You had taken your time getting ready tonight , you wanted to look nice for Eddie so you spent extra time on your hair and makeup, selected a form fitting coral colored dress that you knew would enhance your tan, and heels that made your legs look amazing. It gave you butterflies when you saw Eddie's eyes slowly roaming over your body, and a smile slowly spreading across his face.

" If you like this baby, your really going to like what I have on underneath it." You bit your lip and smiled.

He pulled your body close." Your such a fucking tease. Can we skip this fancy dinner and go straight to dessert?" He smirked.

" Patience my pet." You leaned in and nibbled on his ear." I promise it will be worth it. Now the sooner we go down to dinner-"

" The sooner I can go down on you."

" Jesus Eddie," you took his hand and dragged him to the door." Let's go Loverboy."

*************************************

Dinner was beautiful. Candle lit with delicious food and sweet fruity wine that after two glasses made you super affectionate and giggly, not to mention extremely horny.

" Your so fucking adorable when your wine drunk Princess." Eddie held you close to his side as he unlocked the door to your room.

You curled into him and kissed his neck. " Will you still think I'm adorable when I have your dick in my mouth?"

He stopped for a second and looked at you." Holy shit , your super frisky tonight Sweetheart."

You giggled and smiled up at him. "Well? Will you?"

He opened the door and you both walked inside, he closed it behind you. " You would look especially adorable looking up at me with those big doe eyes and my dick in your mouth. But Sweetheart I was thinking that maybe I would-"

You cut him off with a kiss, you had been waiting all night to put your lips and hands all over him. It didn't take you long to unbutton his shirt and discard it on the floor. You walked him to the edge of the bed and he sat down ready to pull you down with him but you backed away. You licked your lips and reached behind, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the floor.

" Holy fuck."

You stood before Eddie in a white lace Bustier and lace panties, and you could tell by the look on his face that he loved it.

" Holy Fuck , You look like a fucking Angel in white."

You dropped down to your knees in front of him and started unbuckling his belt and pants." I'm not going to look like an Angel in a minute." You smile devilishly at him and wink." Off with the pants big boy." He was quick to comply , his member springing out of his pants and hitting him in the stomach." I'm going to make you feel so good baby." You lean in an kiss his lips then work your way down his jaw, neck, chest, abs, leaving light , barely there pink prints from your lipstick as you go. You could feel his body shiver with anticipation and it gave you butterflies. Slowly you made your way to his now aching cock, you lick the tip, circling your tongue around it then licked the length, wrapped your hand around him and slowly started pumping .

" Fuuck," he moaned as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue as you bob your head slowly back and forth taking in as much as you possibly can. When you look up and lock eyes with him you can see the pleasure on his face and it's enough to make your panties wet.

" Your so goddamn beautiful, your fucking mouth," he groaned. " Jesus, feels so good darling, but as good as it feels, Mmmm, I don't want to cum yet, fuck, I want to cum inside you."

That was music to your ears, and you pull off him with a loud pop. You needed relief from the throbbing between your legs. Eddie leans down to kiss you the helps you up to your feet, and once standing he slides your lacy panties down and you step out of them.

You push him back on the bed , and straddle him, not wasting any time you slowly lower yourself down on him and moan.

" Eddie, baby, you feel so good." You start moving slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being filled, then it's not enough and you pick up the pace. He thrusted up into you and you gasped.

" You look so fucking gorgeous riding my cock."

You run your fingernails lightly down his chest, and see goosebumps pop up on his skin. You lean down and kiss him and he reaches up and takes your face in his hands.

" You've got to be an Angel Sweetheart , because your pussy,is fucking Heaven."

" Mmmm, Eddie, " you take his hands in yours , kiss his palms then place them on your breast, he traces the lace of your bustier with his thumbs and he gives them a squeeze.You sit up straight and start to bounce on his cock. " You feel so good inside me baby, mmmm, getting s-so close."

" I want to see you fall apart Princess,I want to watch you cum." He slid his hands from your breast ,down your waist and grabbed onto your hips.

You could feel the pleasure building,a wave of ecstasy washing over you as your orgasm hit you hard.

" That's my girl, that's my good fucking girl." He moved your hips with his big hands and thrusted again, and you could tell by his movements and his groans that he had reached his peak and you moved with him to ride it out.

You collapsed on top of him , breathing heavy and he brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

" Your amazing Sweetheart. This whole Vacation has been amazing, Thank you for sharing this with me."

You turn your head to face him and smile down at him. " I wouldn't want to share it with anyone else." You run your fingers through his hair ." I can't believe tomorrow is our last day."

" We will need to make the most of it."

And you did. You went to all the shops and bought souvenirs for all your friends and family ( Eddie picked a mug for Wayne to add to his collection.) and you walked hand in hand on the beach and to your surprise Eddie took you out dancing, and actually danced.

" Eddie! I had no idea you could dance like this!"

" I couldn't, I had Harrington give me a lesson or two but swore him to absolute secrecy, I have a reputation to live up to. I told him I would kick his ass if anyone found out." He smiled.He spun you then dipped you and pulled you up for a kiss." I wanted to surprise you."

That he did. You stayed out for hours dancing, and drinking and laughing and then went back to the resort and made love.

The next morning when you boarded the plane Eddie seemed much more relaxed about the flight. He even became an official member of the Mile High Club. It was the perfect way to end your perfect trip.

#munnysummergame #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic

[cobrafantasies]

Body Built for the Beach

SamBucky | Rated G | 2,187 words | Complete | AO3

Written for SamBucky Summer Bingo 2023 by @sambuckylibrary, prompt: Beach Day

Summary: Sam and Bucky have a beach day. Bucky panics when he sees Sam in a bathing suit.

Excerpt:

They set up two chairs and an umbrella for Bucky. Oddly, when Bucky sinks his toes deep under the sand it doesn't feel as hot and so he settles into his chair with his t-shirt and bathing suit already sticking to him. It's insanely hot, the humidity feels nearly suffocating but Sam doesn't look bothered about it. He crosses his arms and pulls the hem of his shirt over his head. His dark skin gleams under the sun, his muscles shimmering with every ray of light and jesus, Bucky's never seen so much of him. Bucky's eyes shift down, away from his partner's chiseled frame and his face flushes hotter than the sand burns his feet.

Sam races past him. Bucky watches Sam dash into the water. His thick thighs, trimmed waist, broad shoulders, all being swallowed up by the immersive body of blue. He dives under fully and reappears a moment later, water cascading down his neck and shoulders in easy streams highlighting every inch of him. Bucky digs his feet further into the sand and wishes someone would pour freezing water over him.

How did he not see this coming? Of course, Sam's going to be walking around half-naked at the beach and worse than that, he'll be wet all afternoon. Read on AO3

#sbsummer2023 #sambucky #sambucky fic #beach day #my fics #ao3 works

[thatesqcrush]

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Rafael Barba x Reader. For @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty Wet Hot Summer Bingo, using Watermelon Sugar by Harry Styles (lyrics in bold) which gives me an official BINGO! 🍾

AN: one off from my Señorita series, after they have kids.

WC: 1.6K

CW: NSFW (mentions of having kids/pregnancy, talk about lactation, breeding talk, negative self talk re: body weight issues of the female persuasion, cunnilingus, breast play, praise, language in general).

When Rafael arrived home that night, he expected that you would be in bed, swallowed by the comforter. Instead, he found you sitting inside your shared walk-in closet surrounded by piles of your clothes, naked. And crying.

“Amor?” Rafael asked, crouching down. “What’s wrong? Is it the kids?”

You looked up at him, your cheeks stained with dark tears. “Nothing fits.”

Rafael stared at you confusedly. “Wait - what?”

You let out a deep exhalation and then used the backs of your hands to wipe your eyes. “The kids are fine; they’re asleep.” You picked up a strewn dress, a black silky number and tossed it back into the heap, with a scoff. “We have that stupid political shindig with the Mayor and the Benevolent Association tomorrow night. And nothing fits!”

Rafael offered you his hand and you took it. He helped you up and enveloped you in a hug. “I’m sure you do.”

“No, I don’t. I’m a cow. I look hideous in everything.” You pushed away from him and faced the mirror. “Two kids and look at me. You ran your hand over your stomach, softer than it used to be. You pinched your flesh, tugging. “Love handles.” You turned to your side, your outer thigh showing. And look, saddlebags.”

Rafael had been standing behind you as you gave yourself a critique. His hands gripped your arms from behind, holding you in place. You could see Rafael in the mirror, his expression serious. “You are no such thing. Don’t ever say that. You are beautiful.” You let out a sigh, looking downward. Rafael released one of your arms and then curled his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Do you believe me?”

You gave him a small shrug. “I suppose.”

Rafael gave you a pointed look. “Our bodies change amor; it’s part of life.” He stepped aside from you and began to undress. As you watched him, a jolt of pleasure coursed down your body, pooling in your panties. ‘Why is it,’ you thought, ‘that men become distinguished as they age and women become… old maids and spinsters?’ Rafael was softer too, thick but in a functionally fit way. The dark hair on his chest that trailed all the way down now weathered a similar salt and pepper coloring, matching his beard and temples.

Rafael caught you staring and in turn, winked. You blush, as if you hadn’t ever seen your husband naked before. His massive cock is standing at attention, thick and veiny. A pearlescent bead collected at the head and your cunt involuntarily clenched, desperate to feel him slide inside of you, filling you to the point of delicious pain.

Rafael gave himself a languid pump. “See what you do to me?”

Part of you bloomed with pride that you are the direct cause of his erection. Rafael pulled you close to him, his hands landing on your ass, squeezing and rolling the fat of your flesh. You let out a small squeak which quickly turned into a moan as Rafael captured your lips with his. Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks, holding him in place as you returned the kiss enthusiastically.

The kiss eventually softened and Rafael turned you around so that you’re facing the mirror. He sat and then pulled you gently down, so that you’re also sitting in front of him. You frowned at how your stomach folds and Rafael clicked his tongue. “None of that now. Just watch the mirror.”

You nod, unsure of what laid ahead. Rafael softly stroked the flesh of your belly. “Remember how much we fucked when we started trying to make our family? How I wanted that belly?” His voice was gravelly and his breath was hot on your ear. “Told you I’d fill you up, make your belly big and round?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”

Rafael’s hands moved upwards to your breasts. “And then you nursed our babies, growing them from the outside. Your tits got so big then, fuck.” You watched as his large hands cupped your breasts, squeezing firmly. There is a slight breeze from the open window and it caused you to shiver. Your nipples were already hard and they pucker further beneath Rafael’s touch.

“I love your tits then and I love them now,” Rafael continues as he tugs and twiddles your nipples. You rest your head against him, watching him continue to play with your breasts. He’s stoking your desire.

“Yeah?” You returned softly. “What do you love about them?”

“I love watching them bounce when you ride my cock. They’re so soft and fit my hands perfectly.”

Rafael continued to play with your tits and you let out a desperate whine. “Wanna hear a secret?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Tell me.”

“I loved fucking you when you were nursing. Sometimes you’d have a letdown and your milk would run down my hands as I played with your tits. God it was so fucking hot, wonderful and warm. And filthy in such a good way.” Rafael continued. You wriggled under his grasp, feeling his cock leak against the small of your back.

“Jesus, Rafi.”

“Spread your legs for me, dulce angelita,” Rafael ordered and you obeyed. Rafael’s hands spread your legs further and there it is - a full display of your cunt in the mirror.

“Look how pretty that pussy of yours is,” Rafael purred in your ear. His finger trailed your folds, watching how your arousal coated his finger. “Reminds me of strawberries on a summer evening, at the end of June.” He ghosted the tips of his fingers from your clit down to where you were leaking. “Just so perfect. It’s like your pussy was made just for my cock. I could never go without.”

“Your pussy,” you whined some more. Your eyes never stopped staring at his movements in the mirror. Rafael’s breathing was getting heavier along with your own. His fingers began to circle your clit and your hips began to undulate ever so slightly. “Please.”

“Breathe in, breathe out, don’t stop watching what I am doing,” Rafael continued, placing a soft kiss along your neck. You let out a gasp at the sight of his fingers sinking into you. The wet sounds of his fingers fucking you makes the whole scene that more erotically charged and naughty. He curled his fingers inside you, slow and measured. His other hand was firm on your hip, holding you in place. You feel his steady gaze on you. In and out, and in again. Over and over. The world is blurring around as you begin to tense against him, feeling your orgasm beginning to erupt.

“Muy bien,” Rafael murmured. His thumb encircled your pulsating clit some more. You come with a strident wail, Rafael’s name escaping from your lips before your body goes slack against his. Rafael’s fingers slide out of your glistening cunt and you watch through half lidded eyes as he licked his fingers clean.

“Tastes like watermelon sugar,” Rafael remarked. “I’m just thinking out loud…I want more.” Rafael laid on his back, bringing you with him. “C’mere, let me have a better taste.”

“I’ll be too heavy for you,” you protested weakly.

Rafael dragged you towards his face. “Please, I just want to taste it.”

You preened at his begging and then positioned yourself over his face. But Rafael repositioned you so that you were facing outwards, your ass to his face.

“Watch yourself come. See how pretty you are when you do. And why I cannot get enough.”

Once in position, you felt his hands grip your hips as he pulled you that final fraction forward, enough that he could put his mouth on you. Rafael devoured your cunt as if he were a starving man with his first meal in ages. You gasped as his tongue swirled over your folds and clit. Your thighs quivered as he kept at you, alternating his licks with sucks and thrusts. He groaned against your pussy, vocalizing his enjoyment before he sucked hard on your clit.

Your could feel that your thighs were sticky and messy. You rocked against Rafael’s face, meeting his tongue thrusts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you moaned. You kept one hand on his thick thigh to keep steady and used the other one to cup your breast and pinch your nipple. “I’m going to cum,” you warned.

Rafael slipped his fingers out, causing you to whine again. “Gorgeous, that’s the plan,” he growled and pulled you back down against his mouth. He continued lapping your slit and rubbed his nose against your clit.

“Right there, right there!” You gasped as you began to unravel all over Rafael’s face. You were going to shut your eyes when you remembered Rafael’s command. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you came. Your naked body, tensing, your skin flush and hair askew. Any worries about your body fell wayside as your handsome husband brought you to the height of pleasure.

And then you heard him release his own deep groan. You let out a gasp as you watched as Rafael’s cock jerked in the mirror’s reflection. You looked down and you watched him come, white, hot and sticky painting all across his lower belly. It was filthy and hot causing you to come once more. Rafael continued to fuck you with his mouth as you rode out your orgasm.

Once back to reality, you climbed off of him, your body feeling like jello. Rafael pulled you close to him and kissed you. You could taste and smell yourself on his beard.

“Feeling better?” Rafael asked as you snuggled against his chest.

You nodded. “Oh yeah.”

Rafael squeezed you. “Forget tomorrow. Let’s not go.”

You sat up and faced him. “Raf, I am fine. I just got in my head. I’ll find something I swear—“

Rafael shook his head. “I rather spend my night with you. You coming sounds just like a song. And I can’t imagine anything or anyone — more perfect than that.”

Fin.

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[greyghoulclub]

Mungrove Summer Bingo - Cold Beverage

Written for @mungrovebingos

(You can’t say cold beverage to me and not expect me to write a coffee shop au)

Eddie didn’t even know why he was going to this coffee shop. He didn’t even like coffee! But he was still walking out with an iced caramel latte for the fourth time this week.

He knew precisely why he got the latte, it was because of the hot barista that worked there.

The guy was tanned, blonde, and had arms like a Greek god. He also had a little skull tattoo on his left shoulder, not that Eddie had been staring though. His name tag said ‘Billy’ on it, Eddie had found out one time when he was staring at the outline of the guy’s pecs and the guy had noticed so Eddie had to pretend that he was trying to read the name tag. Billy looked like he didn’t believe Eddie when he said that, which was probably fair in Eddie’s opinion.

Eddie went to sit on the bench outside of his record store, a little bit down the road from the coffee shop. Hellfire Records, it was called and they specialised in rock and metal music. They also had a small section dedicated to tabletop games like Dungeons and Dragons, and Warhammer 10k.

He stared at the coffee inside the plastic cup, the ice melting like his courage each time he tried to ask Billy out on a date. The words just caught in his throat, and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of the crush he’d been nursing for a couple of months., more than he already did at least. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, Billy probably thought he was a weirdo now. He was sure that Billy had known what his deer-in-the-headlights stare meant.

“C’mon man, you gotta do better than that,” he mumbled to himself, “What happened to the plan?”

The plan, the fucking plan, the little scenario that he had concocted in his head that he was going be so suave and charming and effortlessly ask Billy out on a date. But of course that didn’t happen. Whoever coined the term, bisexual disaster, they were most definitely talking about Eddie. He sighed and got up from the bench, now watery iced latte in hand.

He was hit with a blast of cold air from the AC as soon as he opened the door to the store. It felt refreshing after being out in the sun, and Eddie hummed in appreciation. The store's interior was a mishmash of a record store and a collection of concert memorabilia. Eddie had put up posters of concerts he had attended and his Uncle Wayne had given him some stuff from back in the 70s and 80s. They also had a frame full of ticket stubs on the wall behind the counter. The games section was to the right of the counter and the wall behind it was stacked high with Funko figures. He dumped his battle vest by the counter and stretched his arms up until he felt his shoulders pop. His assistant manager, Gareth came through from the back and immediately started grilling Eddie on his antics in the coffee shop.

“What do you mean that you froze up?! What happened to the plan?” Gareth asked incredulously, Eddie was sure if he wasn’t Gareth’s boss, he would be being strangled right now. He and Gareth had stayed up late planning the ultimate guide to asking out a hot barista. “So you’re telling me, you wussed out and ended up ordering a coffee that you don’t even like?” Gareth pointed towards the cup in Eddie’s hand.

“Uh yeah? What does it look like dude? I couldn’t not order something if I was there! I didn’t want to look like I was wasting his time!” This was true, mostly, what happened was that Eddie was a stuttering mess while he ordered the coffee.

Eddie was about to throw the cup away because he wasn’t going to drink it anyway but then he saw something written on the lid.

“Metallica rocks, - B”

He wasn’t sure how he didn’t notice it before, probably because he was trying to still look like he wasn’t feeling like a pathetic wet cat in front of Billy. But even that little reference to the fact he was wearing a Metallica shirt made him feel all gooey inside, because did that mean Billy thought he was maybe, just maybe, kind of cool? And then that meant, Billy was into metal which made him even hotter in Eddie’s opinion.

Eddie hadn’t realised he was staring at the cup until Gareth slammed his hand down on the counter bell. The sharp sound made Eddie jump and drop the cup, the coffee splattering on the floor in a brown mess.

“Dude! What the hell?” Gareth didn’t say anything but pointed to the front of the shop. Then Eddie’s heart leapt into his throat. Billy was standing outside, inspecting the window display. An approving look on his face. Eddie had a gut feeling it was because of the “Back to the 80s” special they had going. Gareth had said that an “80s slasher summer” was popular on TikTok at the moment. Eddie never really got TikTok trends.

Eddie made himself look busy by cleaning up the spilt coffee, hoping that Billy wouldn’t enter the store. Because Eddie wasn’t sure if he’d be able to speak to Billy if he did.

Eddie kept his head down until he had cleared away the mess, Billy was still outside looking at the records in the window. Eddie had two options, 1) keep himself looking busy inside or 2) go out and speak to Billy. He knew which one he wanted to do but was more likely to do the other. Or he could wait until Billy entered the store….

“I can feel you judging me Gareth.” He stated bluntly, knowing that the younger man was at the counter waiting to see what Eddie would do.

“Uh huh,” came bored from the direction of the counter. God, Gareth could be a little asshole at times.

The bell at the door rang as someone entered the store, both Gareth and Eddie turned to see Billy enter the store. Billy had his hands in his pockets, looking like he stepped out of The Lost Boys. Ok, the sleeveless muscle top was even hotter now that he wasn’t wearing an apron. Plus, a dangly earring that Eddie hadn’t noticed before.

“Uh, hey?” Billy waved a hand, probably feeling awkward since he had two pair of eyes on him. What was this a three-way Mexican standoff?

Something must be possessing Eddie because he felt like he was on autopilot as he asked Billy if he needed any help today and led him around the store. Billy was quiet and made little hmm-ing noises occasionally. Either Eddie was super fucking boring or he had a feeling that Billy was feeling just as awkward as him. If he was, he was better at hiding it because Eddie was making a goddamn fool of himself in the worst way.

They finished at the small games section, “Uh, yeah, that’s everything we’ve got. You can… you can, uh, ask if you need any help,” Eddie turned to leave Billy to his own devices when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to a pair of big and earnest blue eyes, Billy’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Eddie, I… I want to,” Billy stuttered in the middle of his sentence, he seemed to be kicking himself mentally for that.

“You want to what?” Eddie spoke quietly, not trying to get his hopes up but his traitorous heart was hammering his chest.

“I want to… no, I’d like to, I’d like to ask you out on a date?” Billy chewed at his bottom lip waiting for Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie felt like someone had turned his world on its head. Billy was asking him out? Oh my god! This was happening? Eddie hadn’t made a bad impression on Billy, to the point where he wanted to go out on a date.

Eddie must’ve been frozen on the spot because his lack of reaction made Billy curl in on himself. Oh god, Eddie come on! Pull yourself together, he thought to himself. Eddie’s seeming like a real asshole the longer he keeps quiet.

“If you don’t want to you can just say so…” Billy sounded so hurt, in turn that made Eddie feel even more awful for not saying anything. Eddie felt his face getting hotter and hotter, he had to say something now.

“Yes! I’d really like to go out on date with you, um, maybe we could catch dinner and a movie?” Eddie tried his best to be sauve, but it probably sounded more like word vomit. But Billy’s face was lighting up in relief, red blush dusting his cheeks.

“You want to? Is 7 tomorrow night ok?” Billy’s eyes were huge and his face was still full of disbelief, like he still couldn’t believe that Eddie had said yes.

“Yeah that would be great,” then Eddie did something impulsive and hugged Billy before he said that he had to get back to work. Billy had to do the same and left the record store looking the happiest Eddie had ever seen him.

Eddie hadn’t realised that Gareth was still there until he spoke, “Look at you, Romeo,” he then snickered when Eddie flipped him off. But even Gareth’s teasing couldn’t dampen Eddie’s mood. And if he spent the rest of the work day dreaming about Billy, that was his own business.

#mungrove #mungrovesummerbingo2023 #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy x eddie #greyghoul fics

[lorifragolina]

Fourth entry for Mungrove Summer Bingo 2023!

Prompt C2 Summer breeze It’s probably the one I had more fun writing! @mungrovebingos

Sweet Pies

Those summer nights

Eddie Munson didn't believe in love at first sight before last may.

He believed in his dick quiver and in his arousal, although he had a few relationships that didn’t last long, to be honest. He was always busy, on tour or in the studio, his fame was growing quickly and he was always crowded with people he could enjoy, and that all didn’t favor a relationship.

But when he met Billy Hargrove, his dick had twitched in a very good way and, oddly, his heart had twitched too, so now he was madly in love with his boyfriend and, for the moment, things between them were working. Billy Hargrove was People Magazine most beautiful man of the year, and honestly Eddie didn’t think he could ask more. Besides, Billy wasn’t only stunning beautiful but also kind, lovely and funny, and apparently was also crazy in love with him.

The circumstances didn’t help them at the moment, though, because Eddie was in Europe for summer festivals all over the continent for a month now, they could only talk by phone, and although Billy was always available in Eddie’s time zone, it wasn’t the same.

They started dating for real two months ago, Eddie had a little pause between the USA tour and the festival season in Europe and they spent some days in Malibu, where Billy lived, then went for a weekend in Vegas and generally Eddie followed Billy in the cities he had to work. He spent more time than he expected under a beach umbrella watching hours of makeup, dressing and photoshoots waiting for Billy, extremely bored and amazed because Billy seemed always ready and professional despite the hours he was forced to stay still or pose.

But all the waiting and the boredom was repaid by the dates he could have with Billy after that. They went to little restaurants and cafes, almost always with baseball caps and sunglasses, but Billy was so incredibly shining that he could barely hide himself from the tabloids. There were some photos on the Internet of them kissing and holding hands, and there were some speculations about their unexpected relationship but they kept going out together and having dinners eye to eye, and things were smooth now, after Eddie’s assistant had a little nervous breakdown, nothing serious though.

But now he was in Paris, and he was on the edge of a breakdown himself, that only a huge quantity of scotch could control.

All he did was eat and sleep and sing, have hot calls with Billy that unfortunately couldn’t last forever, and drink in the tour bus, after the soundcheck or before sleeping. It’s only two days before they would return to the USA and he was trying to breathe deep and relaxing at the pool with his drink. He fell asleep in the sunset, they didn't play that night, they had another festival the following day and then finally a flight home.

He woke up to the summer breeze that came up later that night, the sun was down but the light was still intense, the air smelled of thyme and sunset and tequila, and he heard a soft water noise.

He looked around, he was alone in the beach chair and it took a little time to adapt his vision to the low light.

Someone was swimming in the pool, he couldn’t see well but apparently was a single person, he also saw a pair of flip flops on the edge. He sat in the chair and drank the last sip of scotch and melted ice, and lit a cig, watching.

After a while, the person decided to emerge to the pool. Eddie found himself holding his breath for a while against his will.

The young man pushed with his muscled arms on the edge and lifted himself solidly to the pool edge, shaking his dark honey hair and splashing droplets around. His chest was wet and hairy and his stretch Speedo didn’t leave much to imagination. He appeared to be fully stocked and his round bottom was a feast for the eyes.

He grabbed his towel to dry his head, and he saw Eddie staring mouth open only at that moment.

“Oh” he said. “I’m sorry, I think I was alone” said tilting his head to you. Eddie moved a little to hide his hardon in his trunks.

“No problem” said with a dry throat.

#steve harrington #writing #eddie munson #billy hargrove #harringrove #mungrove summer bingo #mungrove #harringroveson

[lannister-slings-and-arrows]

Tempting Tan Lines

A story written in collaboration with @pascalispretty in the Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun/Sonny Carisi x Reader Law School AU Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way

Co-written with @pascalispretty wow it has been such a long time since we've done something. Cross posted on ao3!

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows 's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Tan Lines square.

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), vaginal fingering, hand job, teasing, swearing, brief mention of a breeding kink (happens off screen), masturbation. Rating: E Word Count: 4786 Summary: Rafael decides to wake up you and Sonny so he can admire your tan lines up close.

You wake to the feeling of fingers tracing delicately over your shoulder and across your breast. Awareness comes to you slowly–it takes you a moment to remember that you’re not in your own bed at home even if you do have Sonny pressed against your back. 

Turning your head and blinking blearily against the bright morning light, you realize that it’s Rafa’s fingers that are tracing your tan lines as he leans over a still-sleeping Sonny. The bed is empty on your other side and there are no immediate clues as to where Rita might have gone. 

“Morning,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Morning, sweetheart.” Satisfied that you’re awake, Rafa turns his attention to Sonny. You roll onto your back and watch as he presses kisses to the nape of your boyfriend’s neck and strokes his fingers gently over the tan line on his hip. It takes him a little longer to stir, first muttering something sleepily and then attempting to clutch you tighter to him before he wakes properly. 

“What’re you doing, Raf?” Sonny asks, his voice thick with sleep. 

“Rita went to get breakfast and I got bored waiting for her. And the two of you just looked so irresistible.” Rafa grins down at you both, ignoring the grumbles of protest as he pushes his way between your bodies so he can kneel in the middle of the bed. “I couldn’t help admiring your tan lines.” 

You and Sonny had been at your parent’s house in the Hamptons for a little longer than Rafa and Rita and you had spent that time lazing beside the pool, determined to make the most of the few free days you have together. 

“Vacations are for sleeping in.” Your eyelids still feel heavy and you’re certain you could sleep for another hour or two. Beside you, Sonny stifles a yawn and nods. “We’re tired, Rafi.” 

“I thought you sweet young things were supposed to be insatiable and full of energy,” Rafa teases, squeezing your thigh. “You know, I love you both when you’re like this.” 

“Like what?” Sonny asks, tipping his head back to look up at Rafa. 

“All soft and warm.” You smile, rolling your eyes. “Sleepy and pliant, too.” As if to prove his point, he runs his fingers down Sonny’s chest and watches as his half-hard cock gives an interested twitch. He swallows the soft noise that Sonny makes with a kiss, slowly moving his lips against Sonny’s fuller ones. You can’t help watching them, ignoring them like this would practically be a crime when they look so lovely together. 

“Didn’t forget you, sweetheart,” Rafa murmurs when he breaks away from Sonny and leans down to kiss you too. It’s the same kind of slow, lazy kiss as he gave Sonny and you appreciate it–you’re not sure you could keep up with anything else right now. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat when his tongue darts out to trace along your lower lip, your legs falling open inadvertently. 

“See what I mean?” Rafa asks with a low chuckle as he encourages you to open your legs wider so he can kneel between them. “Pliant.” 

You sigh, still too close to sleep to bother arguing with that smirk on his lips and enjoying the way his warm palm slid from your stomach down to cup your cunt. You groan quietly and he leans down to kiss you again, his lips still stretched into a smile. 

“Am I making it worth your while to be awake yet or do I need to try a little harder?” he teases, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. You gasp against his lips. “I’ll take that as try harder” is the only warning you get before he slides a thick finger inside of you. 

Rafa breaks away from your lips with a quick final peck, his finger sliding in and out of you languidly. 

“Mmm… She feels so perfect inside, doesn’t she, Sonny?” he asks your boyfriend, bending over him and brushing his long sharp nose against Sonny’s. You turn your head to watch Sonny lean up to try to capture Rafa’s lips only for Rafa to pull away at the last second with a taunting grin.

“I wouldn’t want to keep the two of you from your beauty sleep.” His finger stops inside of you and you shift underneath him, impatient and wanting. “Sleep is so very important after all and honestly, since sex is so far down your list of priorities–”

Sonny finally stretches far enough to catch Rafa’s lips, surprising the older man. Rafa grunts and then smiles again, humming deep in his throat and licking into Sonny’s mouth. He finally pulls his finger out of you and you whine, frustrated, only for him to push two back in, his mouth and attention still very much occupied by the younger man’s plush red lips. You gasp, throwing your head back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, the sudden stretch of his fingers something you want to savor to the sound of Sonny being thoroughly kissed next to you. 

Sonny groans and Rafa crooks his fingers, tapping your g spot while Sonny shifts and mumbles something against Rafa’s lips. 

“Afraid I didn’t catch that, Sonny,” Rafa replies, dragging his fingers out of you slowly and flicking your clit with his thumb. 

“Sleep is for the weak,” Sonny repeats a little breathlessly and you nod quickly, eyes still screwed shut. Rafa flicks your clit again and starts to fuck you in earnest with two fingers, his pace slow and steady. 

“Glad you feel that way.” You open your eyes to see Rafa lean over Sonny again and kiss him, tongue licking slowly across the seam of his lips before disappearing between them with a happy grumble. The sight of the two of them making out next to you is almost enough to distract you from the feel of Rafa’s fingers scissoring inside of you. The wet noises Rafa makes with their lips and his tongue as he licks into Sonny’s mouth are obscene and make you shiver–working hard to compete with the feel of his fingers as he slowly pulls nearly all the way out of you before pushing back inside to build that fire that’s starting low in your belly. 

You try to twist onto your side to see better but Rafa shakes his head, breaking his kiss with Sonny just long enough to admonish, 

“I haven’t finished with you yet, you stay right there and just relax until I’ve said good morning to Sonny.” He sucks on Sonny’s bottom lip and speeds up the movements of his fingers, dragging them against your walls with every pass. 

“Jesus, fuck, Rafa–” you gasp, writhing in place. Rafa smirks against Sonny’s cherry-red lips and wraps his other hand around the young man’s hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sonny whimpers and Rafa circles his thumb around the head slowly, spreading precome all around it before giving him a few slow teasing strokes. Rafa spends the next few minutes with his hands occupied with both of you, kissing first Sonny, then you, and then Sonny again. 

“Look at all these tan lines,” Rafa sighs, pulling away from Sonny’s plush lips and staring down at you both. “I think I want to spend the rest of the day out by the pool tracing every single one of them with my tongue. And then any new ones you accumulated while I was occupied.” He bends down again and kisses the crease of your hip, nibbling gently at the tan line there and making you twitch. 

“Sonny, you need to wear the same length shorts when you’re outside, you look ridiculous,” he teases, leaning over and kissing one of the awkward lines on Sonny’s long thighs. 

Keeping your eyes open to watch your boyfriend writhe under Rafa becomes more and more difficult the longer that he fucks and stretches you open with his thick fingers. Every time it seems like you’re on the edge of a spectacular orgasm Rafa backs his fingers away, grins down at you, and kisses you, holding his fingers just inside your cunt and letting it fade again. 

“Rafa…” you pant, gripping his forearm and the sheets next to you tightly. “Rafa, fuck, please. Please just…” He pecks your lips and then the tip of your nose before shaking his head and kissing you again. 

“Mmm, no, don’t think so,” he tells you, twisting his wrist on an upstroke and making Sonny gasp. You look over at him and he’s red-faced, his big blue eyes wide and locked onto Rafa’s hand as it moves on his cock. “That definitely isn’t convincing enough.” 

You watch him press his thumb under the head of Sonny’s cock and then drag it down the vein on the underside and you shudder. Sonny is incoherent, twisting the sheets in his hands and, Jesus Christ, you can’t blame him. 

“There’s got to be some way I can persuade you,” you whine, wiggling your hips, trying to get him to shove his fingers back in a little deeper. You turn your attention back to Rafa and he looks over at you, pondering, a smirk just starting to play around his lips. 

“Probably not,” he tells you honestly, thumb brushing gently against your clit, making your thighs twitch. “I doubt even you could beg that well.” 

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Rafa, come on, let me try, I can beg so well for you,” you plead, nails digging into his arm. 

He pushes his fingers in, sudden and deep, and you groan. 

“You’re more than welcome to try of course,” he replies, smirk growing as he scissors his fingers and taps your g spot again. “But I truly, sincerely, completely doubt your success.” 

Once you catch your breath, you try again. 

“Please, Rafi. Please let me come, I’ll be such a good girl–I’ll do anything you want me to,” you whine, your free hand finding Sonny’s wrist and clutching tightly. “Aren’t there any–oh, fuck–games you want to play?” Rafa keeps his fingers moving at a merciless pace inside you, every muscle in your core tightening as you inch closer to the edge again. 

“Like what, sweetheart?” he asks, that sly smirk not letting up for a second. “It would have to be a very good game to make it worth my while.” Beside you Sonny rolls his hips up, trying to no avail to get Rafa to keep working his palm over his cock. 

“I’ll…I can show you what a good girl I am,” you gasp, shuddering when Sonny presses a kiss to the side of your head. “I’ll keep your cock warm while we wait for Rita? I could wear a plug? Or a vibe at dinner that you can play with?” You’re desperately throwing out random suggestions, and you finally see his eyes glint at that last one. 

“That could be entertaining–watching you squirm in a restaurant? Though, I’m not sure I’d appreciate being distracted from my food...” You whine petulantly, all too aware of how pathetic you sound, as Rafa slows his fingers just enough to keep you from coming. 

“You know,” Rafa muses, stroking Sonny a little faster and smirking as he barely moves his fingers inside of you. “Rita doesn’t get tan lines. You know how she does that?”

“Raf,” you huff, your breath hitching as he takes his hand off your boyfriend’s cock just long enough to bring one of Sonny’s hands to your breast. Sonny takes the hint and pinches your nipple between his fingers even as he whines at the loss of Rafa’s hand on his dick. 

“She tans naked. I would sacrifice being able to tease the two of you about these tan lines if I could watch you both tan naked,” he tells you, wiggling the fingers in your cunt.

“I need to come, pleasepleaseplease… I’ll be so good, I promise, just let me come on your perfect fingers, Rafi, please–” Instead of giving you what you want he stops entirely. Before you can even open your mouth to keep begging he slips his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt trying to tighten around nothing. 

“Not fair! Rafa–” you start, only to be abruptly silenced as he pushes his fingers between your lips, the taste of yourself filling your mouth as he looks down at you. 

“Perfect fingers?” he asks, clearly amused, and he pushes them a little deeper into your mouth. You nod as enthusiastically as you can with his fingers pressing against your tongue. 

“They really are,” Sonny chimes in, curling against you so he can press his cock against your thigh. You want to reach out to touch him, to finish what Rafa had started, but you know the older man will slap your hand away. 

“Be a good boy, Dominick: get me a condom.” Before Sonny can move, Rafa leans over for another deep kiss and uses his free hand to palm at Sonny’s ass. “That’s it.”

Still eager to prove yourself, you suck on Rafa’s fingers–your tongue darting between them to taste more of yourself on his skin. When he looks back at you, he presses down just enough to make you gag. 

"Make you a deal, baby," Rafa tells you, watching as you choke around his fingers but determinedly keep sucking. "You can come. But only on my cock, nothing else. I'll fuck you as long as you want. As hard or as gently as you want. But no one's fingers touch that pretty little clit of yours." You’re so desperate that you agree without hesitation; you feel like your skin is three sizes too small and all your muscles are tensed in anticipation of release. 

“Good girl.” Rafa grins and leans down to kiss the tip of your nose. Sonny slides back onto the bed beside you and looks at Rafa, those beautiful eyes of his wide. 

“Can I?” he asks, holding up the foil packet in his hand. 

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” Rafa watches intently as Sonny tears the packet open and reaches for his cock. “Perfect sweet things. Rita’ll be mad she missed seeing you both so needy.” He hisses the last word through his teeth as Sonny slides the condom on his cock, adding a few slow pumps of his hand for good measure. 

“Pretty boy,” Rafa warns, laughing and shoving him away. Sonny grins at him, big innocent blue eyes sparkling and steals a quick kiss before Rafa crawls over you and noses at your cheek. 

“Remember our deal, sweetheart. Only on my cock.”

Rafa’s cock is a stretch and it’s delicious. That first thrust is smooth and slow and burns on just the right side of perfect. He’s big and warm and heavy on top of you as he settles and waits for you to adjust before licking into your mouth and starting to fuck you. 

He starts so slow, forehead pressed to yours, letting you feel every inch and ridge of him. You feel his breath fan across your cheek and you groan deep in your throat as he seems to drag his cock over every single sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Rafa…” you groan and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your nose. 

“Yes?”

“Oh my God, Rafa, please, are you ever going to really fuck me?”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” he asks, still grinning down at you. “I guess if you don’t like it I could stop and move on to Sonny, maybe have better luck pleasing him–”

You wrap your legs around his hips and moan at him. 

“No, don’t! Rafa, don’t you dare!” He nips your lips and thrusts a little harder, swallowing your sharp gasp and tangling his fingers in your hair. He tugs as he speeds up his pace. 

“Mmm, sure this is working for you?” he teases, thrusting hard and fast a few times before slowing back down a bit, letting you really feel his cock again. 

“Positive, God, please Rafa, harder, harder…” you beg, throwing your head back and whimpering. Rafa kisses down your throat and snaps his hips quicker, the slap of his skin on yours loud and absolutely perfect. His chest hair scratches against your nipples and sends tiny little bursts of pleasure down your spine. 

“Like this sweetheart? Huh? Gonna come on my cock?” You bite your lip and nod quickly. “Fuck, I hope so. I fucking love the feel of this pretty pussy clenching down on my cock.” Sonny groans from his spot next to you and you look over to see him watching intently. 

“Darlin’, you should see his ass when he fucks you,” Sonny grunts, one of his hands drifting down his stomach to his cock. Rafa glances at him and makes a disapproving noise deep in his throat. 

“Hands off the goods, pretty boy.” Sonny smirks, resting his hand on his stomach, and Rafa snaps his hips hard, cock hitting your g spot and making you shudder. 

“Faster, Rafa, please, fuck…” 

You can feel your orgasm building deep in your core and you tilt your hips up, hoping to get his cock in just the right spot. But it’s stalling, you can feel it hovering just on the edge and you start to worry that you need just that little bit more. You whine and he flashes his teeth at you when he grins. 

“Aw, not going to wimp out on me now are you, sweetheart?” he taunts, stopping with his cock buried deep inside of you and his face pressed against your neck. 

“Need more Rafa, come on,” you beg and he shakes his head. 

“On my cock or not at all.” He grinds his hips against yours, pushing himself impossibly deeper inside you. You wail, frustrated, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back when you try to fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Told you, sweet girl. Want to feel you coming around me–that perfect cunt trying to pull me in deeper.” 

“Feels so fucking good when you do that, baby. Like you can’t get my dick far enough inside you,” Sonny murmurs, running his fingers down your arm. 

“Mmm, yes.” Rafa nips at your neck before setting a relentless pace, moving hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall with every stroke. Every pass of his cock rubs up against that spot inside of you and you screw your eyes closed as you try and lose yourself in the feeling. “It’s even better when you’ve come before.” 

“Fuck, it really is. When you get all oversensitive and squirmy? It’s so hot, doll,” Sonny agrees. You know what they mean; sometimes it feels like you’ll pass out if he keeps going but you’ll die if he stops. 

Your breath is forced out of you in short soft gasps as Rafa fucks you, every inch of your skin buzzing like you’ve just touched an exposed wire. He doesn’t seem far away from coming himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he gets closer. 

You drag one of your clutching hands away from Rafa’s back and catch Sonny’s, twining his fingers with yours. 

“C’mon, you must be so close. I wanna watch you come, baby…” Sonny trails off, squeezing your hand. Your eyes are so tightly closed that they ache and your throat burns at the sudden lack of air in the room. The sound that escapes you when you come sounds closer to a sob and tears creep out from under your lashes at the intensity of the heat flooding through your body. 

You try to catch your breath but you just can’t. Rafa fucks you right through your orgasm as though he hasn’t even noticed it. The slick slapping sound of your bodies seems obscenely loud and your nails scrape against Rafa’s back, making him hiss sharply. 

“Good girl, feels so fucking good, fuck, fuck-” 

He pulls out of you abruptly and you whine at the loss. He rolls you onto your stomach and groans, one large hand palming at your ass. You hear Rafa start to jerk off behind you and Sonny gasps softly as he watches. 

“Look at these tan lines,” Rafa manages. “Such a tease, reminding me what you look like in that tiny fucking bikini. Gonna give you a few more lines–”

Rafa’s hand on your ass squeezes tighter as he comes with a loud moan. You feel his come splatter warmly across your skin, right over where the tan lines left by your bikini bottoms are.

“Rita will be so upset that she missed all this for pastries,” Rafa jokes, giving your ass one last pinch before he leans over to throw the condom into the wastebin by the bed. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you turn over and Sonny tugs you a little closer to him. 

“You looked so pretty,” he whispers, kissing away the tears on your cheeks before pulling you in for a deep, filthy kiss. You sink your fingers into his soft hair as he licks into your mouth, moaning when you feel his cock against your hip. 

“Feeling a little desperate, Dominick?” Rafa teases, running his hand down Sonny’s side. “You’re so impatient,” he laughs. “Anyone would think it’s been days! Wasn’t that show you two put on last night for me and Rita enough?” The memory makes you shudder and Sonny rocks his hips against you in an attempt to press closer. Another bright chuckle escapes Rafa and he squeezes Sonny’s hip. 

“Lie back, pretty boy. You’ve been so patient, such a very, very good boy. I think you deserve a treat.” You huff a small laugh through your nose at how quickly Sonny does as he’s told, rolling off you to lie on his back. Instead of turning his attention immediately to Sonny, Rafa wraps his long fingers around one of your wrists and tugs gently. 

“Up you get.” Rafa pulls you up to your knees and then wraps an arm around your waist. Realizing what he wants you to do, you put a hand on his arm. 

“Raf, wait. I’m so tired, it’s too much–” you complain. You desperately want Sonny inside you, pressed so close that you can’t tell where he ends and you begin, but, God, you don’t think you have the energy to ride him. Rafa makes a shushing sound and leans in so closely that his lips brush the shell of your ear. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll do the work for you–me and Sonny. You can just sit there and enjoy the ride,” he whispers, wrapping one of his strong arms around your middle. A quick glance at Sonny’s long, lean body in front of you, his cock hard and weeping precome onto his stomach, is enough to convince you. 

“Oh, alright, twist my arm,” you agree with a tired grin, letting Rafa help you on top of Sonny. You can’t deny the way being manhandled, the way Rafa is going to use you to get Sonny off, sends sparks racing down your spine. You feel Rafa smirk against the side of your neck and you gasp when he nips the shell of your ear. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, moving to straddle Sonny’s legs behind you. He lifts you up and then Sonny’s sitting up and reaching forward to position his cock under you while Rafa and gravity help you sink down on it in one smooth glide. 

“Fuuuck…” Sonny groans, flopping back onto the bed, the tendons in his neck standing out as he tries to hold still. You echo his groan and squirm on his lap, his cock hitting every over-sensitive spot inside you. 

Rafa’s arms are strong around your waist and his breath is hot against the side of your neck when he nuzzles you and jostles you a bit, causing both you and Sonny to whine again. 

“Look at him tremble, baby, God, he looks like he could come on command.” Rafa’s right. You can feel Sonny’s muscles quivering between your thighs and watching him hold back like this for you makes everything fucking hotter. “Just waiting for me to tell him when.”

You nod, gripping Rafa’s strong forearms tightly. Shivering, you rock your hips forward and cry out when even that feels like you’ve stuck your finger in a light socket. 

“Looks like she’s ready for you, pretty boy,” Rafa tells Sonny, pressing tight against your back. And then he lifts you up; the feel of Sonny’s cock leaving your body makes you shudder and scrabble at Rafa’s arms. He bites the side of your neck and Sonny fucks up into you again. 

The two of them set a fast and erratic pace and it’s blinding with how sensitive you are post-orgasm. All you can do is sag against Rafa’s chest and occasionally reach down to scratch through the trail of hair on Sonny’s belly. You rest your fingers against the line across Sonny’s hips, pressing against the tan skin of his abdomen until it turns the same pale color of the skin that had been covered by his swim trunks. 

It’s obvious that your boyfriend isn’t going to last long; you can feel his cock twitch inside of you and he’s panting like he just ran a marathon. 

“Thinking about that show you put on for us last night?” Rafa asks, voice a gravelly growl against your back. Sonny whines. “Remembering how hard it was for you to control yourself pretending to breed her? Fill her up with a few babies and watch her walk around with a piece of you inside her for the whole world to see?” 

Sonny’s fingers are tight around your hips and he nods, quick and hard and distracted. You’re sure there are going to be at least a couple of bruises there by tonight for all of you to admire.

“Getting ready to come, sweet boy?” Rafa asks, watching Sonny from over your shoulder. “Can’t hold on much longer? Going to fill her up? Push your come as deep inside her as you can?” Sonny whines and nods desperately, flush traveling down his neck and settling bright and red on his chest. “Well, what’s stopping you? You don’t need my permission do you?” 

“Fuck, Rafa,” he pants, hanging onto you for dear life. “Want it anyways, please…”

“Come, baby, go on. I want to watch you come inside her,” Rafa orders, his skin so warm against yours. Sonny’s hands clutch harder at your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as his thrusts get sloppier and more urgent. 

“Oh my god, Sonny–” you choke, Rafa’s arms the only thing keeping you upright as Sonny pounds into you. Those pretty blue eyes sweep over your body before fluttering closed as he throws his head back, his whole body tensing as he comes with a loud moan. You can feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fills you up, your muscles clenching and tightening around him. 

Rafa hums behind you, pleased, and presses a few kisses to the side of your neck while Sonny catches his breath, his head thrown back and his long neck still on display. 

“C’mere,” he finally groans, lifting his head up and gesturing for you. Rafa unwinds his arms from around your waist and nuzzles at your temple before swinging his leg over Sonny’s and settling next to him with a deeply satisfied groan. He tucks an arm behind his head, watching and smiling, as you stretch out on your boyfriend’s chest. Sonny wraps his arms around your back, rubbing his face against your hair. He’s practically purring underneath you as you settle with his cock still inside you. 

“Mmm,” Sonny grumbles and you smile, closing your eyes as you feel the noise in your chest. “Good morning to you too,” he teases, running his fingers down your spine and slowly back up again. 

“Hmm, shhh, sleeping now,” you sigh back, patting his ribs absently. You doze off to the sound of Rafa laughing next to you.

It doesn't feel like you've been asleep for very long when you’re jolted awake by the sound of Rita scoffing from somewhere in the general direction of the door. She says something you don’t catch and you feel the mattress shift as Rafa gets out of bed. You don’t need to open your eyes, you can hear the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he offers to her, 

“I’d be more than happy to eat you out as a pre-breakfast snack, Reets. Just so you don’t feel left out.”

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[melk917]

Wet T-Shirt; No Contest

Summary: "Oh for Christ's sake, Jackson. You couldn't be subtle to save your life. You're not fooling anyone."

This bit of summer filth was co-written with @lannister-slings-and-arrows

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Backyard Barbecue square.

Cross-posted to AO3

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), oral sex (f receiving), teasing, swearing, references to getting caught and enjoying it

Pairing: Jackson Neill x Katie D'Amico (OC)

Rating: E

Word Count: 7,453

“Jesus, Katie, take a picture–it’ll last longer,” Wendy laughed, nudging Katie playfully with her shoulder as she came up behind her. Katie had been lingering at one of the four different snack tables that Jackson demanded she help set up that morning, which were now almost buckling under the weight of all the food they had laid out. His annual Fourth of July party was An Event–something he and all of his friends looked forward to for the entire year. He took the planning and execution of it very seriously. 

Katie started, brought back to the present from the sight of Jackson locked in a water fight with his kids, but didn't miss a beat when she smirked and hit back.

“Been there, done that, have the evidence on my phone if you want to see it.”

Wendy paused, clearly considering the offer. Katie was sometimes hit with the sense that the friendship she had with Jackson’s ex wife was a little… strange. To say the least. But it made her life easier so she wasn’t going to examine it too closely. It helped that Wendy wasn’t easily ruffled and was genuinely happy that Jackson was happy. And the older woman didn't make it weird when she had caught Katie and Jackson on his couch that one time. 

(Okay, those few times. And the close call that time before they’d actually met. She had let Jackson get through an entire conversation with her, his face reeking of pussy, with no comment. Well, not a lot of comments. And only a few smirks.)

Wendy had actually been witness to, or nearly witness to, a lot of things a normal ex-wife would not take as nonchalantly. Katie had been a little suspicious until they got drunk together and Wendy told her about the various positions and places she and Jackson had gotten caught in, and by whom, and Katie started to see the common denominator: Jackson.

He was a shameless exhibitionist and all-around bad influence. 

“Hmm, tempting,” Wendy mused, reaching around Katie for a few carrots. “But I’ve been there, done that. Except my evidence is only on hard copy.” 

Katie snorted, meeting Wendy’s eye, and the older woman waggled her eyebrows in response. Grinning and laughing, Katie shook her head. 

“Touché.”  

Still chuckling, she turned back to watch as Jackson tore across the lawn, yelling and laughing, with Robbie and Hannah hot on his heels and their extremely large, obnoxiously colored Super Soakers aimed directly at their father. 

They must have been waging a prolonged assault; Jackson's white t-shirt was already more transparent than not and his jeans clung tightly to his thighs. He made quite the picture. He ducked and dodged and had gotten a few shots in of his own when Hannah tossed her soaker to the side, its tank empty. But he hardly had a chance to celebrate before she grabbed a pitcher off the drinks table and threw it at him, drenching him with a wave of ice water. Jackson yelped at the cold shock and both kids yelled triumphantly as they rushed him, working in a rare moment of sibling unity. They brought him down and he howled in vain for a referee as he landed on his ass.

Wendy crunched on another carrot as she watched her children take aim at their father from point-blank range with the remaining super soaker and a water balloon or two that appeared seemingly from nowhere.

“It seems like he might be in need of assistance,” she suggested blandly, lips quirked up in a small smirk as he yelped again, taking another water balloon to the face.

“You think?” Katie cocked her head, eyes hot on the soft, tanned curve of his belly that peeked out as his shirt rucked up in the struggle. 

“He’s your problem now. I happily signed those obligations away years ago.”

“Finders keepers and all that?” Katie drawled and wiped her hands on her shorts. Wendy laughed.

“Exactly.” She patted Katie’s arm and shrugged. “I’m sure I could come up with a very professional, very ‘psychiatrist’ analogy about passing the torch to my younger replacement but the bare bones of it is that I don’t want to get hit with any water balloons that my daughter may or may not still have hidden somewhere on her person. So go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Katie was tempted to stick her tongue out at her but just sighed and rolled her eyes, laughing as she tossed her empty beer can in the recyclables and headed out onto the lawn to save her boyfriend.

Katie pulled level, hands on her hips, and peered down at Jackson where he was sprawled on the grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from laughing. His cheeks were flushed pink from the exertion and the sun and a grin split his face.

“I was told there was a damsel in distress that needed rescuing.” Katie smirked, holding out a hand. He reached up and grabbed her forearm, his broad palm warm against her skin, letting her pull him to his feet before turning that big grin on her.

“My hero.” He laid his free hand on his forehead and pretended to swoon into her.

Katie rolled her eyes, catching him by his upper arms and shoving him back before he could press against her and soak her clothes too. She could feel the flex and pull of his biceps as he straightened, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his nipples; dark, hard, and obvious through the soaked shirt.

The fabric clung everywhere, tight across the expanse of his pecs and hugging his belly. Even the soft, dark trail of hair that ran down his torso and disappeared under the waist of his jeans was visible.

Katie’s lips parted, tongue darting out unthinkingly to moisten them as she took in everything in front of her.

“I’m up here, babe,” Jackson’s voice came a moment later, thick with amusement. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth as Katie dragged her gaze back up, cheeks hot with the flush of being caught. Irritatingly, he just looked pleased.

Katie cleared her throat and took half a step back, trying to put space between them before she gave into temptation and slid her hands up under his shirt to feel his hot skin under her palms.

“Looks like they got you pretty good.”

Jackson ran his hand across his chest and laughed, gripping the soaked fabric and tugging a little.  

“Yeah, looks like it. Well. Only one thing for it.” He met Katie’s gaze and winked, grabbing the hem of the soaked shirt and pulling it over his head in a single, smooth motion. He shook the shirt out before twisting it in his hands, wringing out as much water as he could.

Katie was only human–her eyes were drawn to his bare skin now on display. She watched as errant drops of water dripped from his hair to his chest, sliding over the curve of his pecs and catching in the curls of hair between them.

“Looks like I need to get changed,” he heaved an exaggerated sigh, as though this hadn’t been his plan all along.

Katie watched a particularly bold drop of water as it made its way down his stomach and slipped under the waistband of his pants. They were saturated, fabric molded over the telling curve of his cock. Not hard, but not uninterested either.

She lifted her eyes to meet his and raised an eyebrow, jerking her chin at his growing problem. 

“Yeah. Those jeans are gonna chafe.”

He hummed thoughtfully. 

“You know…Wet denim is quite hard to manage. I might need some help getting my pants off…” He smirked, cocking his hips to show off even more.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Jackson,” Wendy rolled her eyes from where she was now standing off to the side helping Robbie with his Super Soaker. “You couldn’t be subtle to save your life. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Jackson shot her a grin in response, absolutely unrepentant. 

“Never claimed I was trying to be.” He turned back to Katie. “Come on, babe. Help a damsel in distress? Jeans can be kind of tricky after all…” He pouted at her, but the mischief in his eyes ruined the effect completely. 

Katie rolled her eyes at his over-the-top performance, yet couldn’t entirely bite back the amused twitch of her lips.

Jackson caught the tiny motion and jumped on the crack in her armor. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers at her. 

“Look at me, baby, I’m a poor, helpless, innocent lamb. With no ulterior motive whatsoever.” 

Wendy huffed and Katie laughed, distracted enough that Jackson was able to grab her hand and start to tow her through his guests and into the house. 

“Absolutely everyone is going to know exactly what’s going on here,” she pointed out breathlessly, laughing as he slid the back door closed behind them and muffled the noise of the party. “You’re a grown-ass man. You can absolutely dress yourself.” 

“That contradicts what you’ve told me at least a hundred times since we’ve met. Really, Mary Katherine, you can’t have it both ways,” Jackson admonished, smirking over his shoulder at her. Katie glared. 

“Call me that again and you won’t have thumbs to dress yourself with,” she warned, dodging someone coming back from the bathroom and following Jackson up the stairs. “And don’t think I missed that crack about my jeans, buddy. It was noted and not appreciated.”

Jackson once again did his best impression of an unrepentant school boy, grinning at her and carelessly shrugging one shoulder. She tried not to smile back at that stupid smirk on his dumb face, wishing this whole routine didn’t work on her quite so effectively.

“You needed my help then…how about you return the favor now?”

“Watch it, Dr. Neill,” Katie warned, her finger raised for emphasis. “Just for that, you aren’t getting a blowjob.” 

Jackson turned around as he got to the top of the stairs and tugged Katie up the rest of the way. Pressing close, his hands fell to her hips as he backed her against the wall.

“That’s fine,” he rumbled, voice low. “As long as I can get my mouth on you so you can soak my face before I fuck you hard and fast against the dresser."

Katie’s breath caught and a small moan slipped out, unbidden. Jackson smirked in response and brushed his nose along her cheek, his breath warm and teasing across her skin, making her shiver.

“That–” Katie winced at how breathy her voice was and cleared her throat, deciding to ignore how smug that all made him. “That threat was supposed to be a punishment, Jacks, not an opportunity.”

“Potato, po-tah-to,” Jackson drawled, shrugging slightly. He mouthed at her neck, right behind her ear, and Katie shuddered, grabbing onto his bare arms. His sun-warmed, strong, bare, bare arms. “Lemons and lemonade, etc. etc…”

He nipped at her throat and she felt him smile against her skin when she gasped. 

“That’s better, baby,” he encouraged. “C’mon. Let me see what other noises I can work out of you.” He slid one hand down the outside of her leg and slowly dragged it back up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jackson toyed with the fraying strings along the raw edge of her cut-offs, smirking as she trembled against him. “Let me get these off and remind you what I can do. We both know how good I am at oral arguments.”

Katie groaned at the pun and pinched him. 

“You’re awful.”

“Awfully good,” he returned, grinning and pressing his hips against her.

“Ugh, Jacks–wet denim! Sexy to look at, awful to have scraping against you,” she complained, shoving a little at his chest.

“I didn’t complain when our roles were reversed,” Jackson pointed out in a long-suffering tone, rubbing his knee against her thigh just to be an asshole. “Don’t I deserve the same courtesy?” 

Katie dropped her hands to hook her fingers through his belt loops, tugging. 

“Maybe this is just me telling you that it’s time to move things along and get these off.”

Jackson made a pleased noise. 

“You always have such good ideas,” he breathed, kissing her again and pulling her down the hall. They stumbled together across the threshold of his room and he grinned against her lips, laughing at their eagerness. 

“I know. That’s why you needed me to write your paper for you,” Katie teased, smirking as she closed the door behind them.

Jackson jerked in her hold, abruptly taking a step back into the center of the room and narrowing his eyes at her. 

“You did absolutely no such thing,” he started, crossing his arms belligerently over his broad, naked chest and temporarily–and for the first time that afternoon, unintentionally–distracting Katie from what they were talking about. “If anything I needed to help you write that paper. If I remember correctly, I–” 

Katie couldn’t help but laugh at him as his ears started to turn a little red and he dug in for An Argument. Jackson glared at her. 

“Slander and fucking calumny,” he grunted, eyebrows drawn together in an actual pout this time. An adorable, angry pout. 

“Hmm, potato, po-tah-to, baby,” Katie mocked him in a cheerful voice. She leaned back against the door, arching her back in an enticing display, brushing her fingers lightly back and forth along her thighs and tracing the ragged edge of her shorts. “So. Am I helping you get those off?” She waved her hand at his wet jeans. “Or are you helping me with mine?” 

Jackson’s pout deepend. 

“Or would you rather keep arguing about the paper we obviously wrote fifty-fifty?” 

She could see Jackson pause, actually considering it, and she rolled her eyes fondly before he finally opened his mouth to answer. 

“Who says you can’t do both?” Jackson crowded closer, hooking his fingers in the front of her shorts. “I mean, if you’re so smart shouldn’t you be able to multitask enough to come up with a logical defense of your preposterous position that you wrote more than your fair share of our paper while doing something as simple as taking a pair of jeans off?”

Jackson popped the button of her shorts open and dragged the zipper down slowly, tooth by tooth, smirking at her the entire time. He licked his lips and Katie couldn’t stop herself from mirroring him. 

“I had no problems getting your wet jeans off after all. And I had spent the last God knows how long before that being fucking tortured by that mouth of yours. Are you conceding that I am, in fact, the more intelligent of the two of us?” he needled, tracing the elastic band of her underwear with light fingers. 

“I thought I told you to stop bringing that incident up.”

“That isn’t an answer.” 

Jackson slipped his hand into her panties just as Katie opened her mouth to retort. Whatever brilliance she was sure was going to come out to put him in his place was lost completely as his middle finger unerringly found her clit. 

She gasped, hips jerking forward against his hand, before she could control her response. Jackson smirked, ducking down so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. 

“Still not an answer, baby. Use your words.” He teased at her folds with one long, thick finger before sliding it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance and Katie whimpered despite herself at the meager stretch. 

“You aren’t.”

“Aren’t what, baby?” Jackson asked absently, sliding a second finger inside her. Katie sagged against the door before taking a deep breath. 

“Aren’t smarter. That jeans incident only proves you’re more of a slut than I am. The way you were standing there naked and preening?” 

Jackson laughed, turning his head just enough to kiss her cheek. 

“Oooh, ouch, wounding me to the core, honey,” he drawled, breath teasing across her skin. “Very bold from someone with two of my fingers inside her.” He crooked his fingers to prove his point and smirked as Katie whined and grabbed his arms. He leaned closer to her ear, voice a low rumble. 

“I’m still wearing my pants, baby.”

“So–fuck, Jackson–so am I,” Katie countered, breath coming faster as he tapped that spot inside her that made sparks light up and heat pool low in her belly. 

But Jackson wasn’t done making his point. The building pleasure cut off abruptly as he pulled his fingers back, yanking them out of her shorts. He took a step back, making a show out of dragging his tongue along the long digits before sliding them between his parted lips and sucking the remainder of her slick off with an obscene slurp. 

Jackson groaned happily as the taste curled over his tongue. He looked her over with heavy-lidded eyes and reached for her again with more urgency, grabbing both her shorts and underwear to haul them down over her hips and her thighs. Jackson indicated impatiently that she should step out of them before he took her wrist and dragged her the half a dozen steps to his dresser, shoving her against it. 

Katie blew her hair out of her face with a frustrated grunt and pulled him close by the front of his wet jeans. Her fingers shook and slipped on the button as she struggled with his pants, the zipper on his fly getting caught and refusing to budge.

“Stupid, fucking…” she cursed, unable to get a good grip on the stiff wet denim in her hands. Impatient and over it she yanked hard, humming triumphantly as it finally parted. And then barely managed to hold back a whimper when it revealed Jackson had once again forgone underwear, his cock hard and fucking gorgeous right in front of her. Tucked into his jeans it rested thick and heavy against his pelvis, the pierced and glistening tip perfectly framed in the now-open V of his fly. 

"Fuck, Jackson–" she breathed, reaching out to brush her fingers over the head of his cock, smearing precome and knocking against the twisted barbell pierced through it. Jackson's eyes fluttered closed and he took a deep breath through his nose.

“Starting to repeat yourself, baby,” he tried to taunt but his voice shook, betraying his need. Katie flicked the warm steel and watched avidly as the muscles in his abdomen jumped in response. 

“That mouth on you…” she grumbled, feigning irritation even as she continued to toy with his piercing, reveling in how it made his cock twitch and more precome well up hot and sticky. 

Jackson’s eyes slipped shut and his hands came up to rest on her waist, stroking her sides as he let out a shaky breath. His hips hitched ever so slightly forward, chasing the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to his balls with each pass of her fingers. He lost himself in the sensation and a thrill passed through Katie at the prospect of beating him at his own game. 

But then he pushed her away, clawing back control after having withstood a few seconds of her tormenting him. He dropped to his knees and tugged one of her legs over his shoulder. Katie yelped in surprise and he smirked up at her, licking his lips and nuzzling at her inner thigh. 

“Oh, I can show you this fucking mouth…” Jackson murmured. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, dragging them softly along her skin, continuing to look up at her and taking in her responses as he teased at the tender flesh. Katie gasped then keened as Jackson dove forward, skipping the rest of her thigh to bury his face in her pussy. Her head fell back onto the dresser with a thump that she barely registered as he sucked on her and moaned at the taste. The noise vibrated through every limb, making her nerves spark and hum with pleasure, and she dug her heel into his back, pulling him closer and rolling her hips against his face.

The puff of his answering laugh was warm on her skin as he slid his hands up to her hips, holding her just where he wanted her.

His grip was firm, preventing Katie from taking control, and he used that to press his advantage. He nosed at her clit, teasing brushes that made her curse and tremble. But just when she thought he was going to take his time, he rocked forward again, pressing his whole face into her and groaning. Teasing was clearly not in his plan as he went after her with lips and tongue; sucking, licking, flicking… He curled his tongue against her cunt, over her opening, slurping and fucking it into her. It was obscene. Katie could feel her thighs getting wet, Jackson’s saliva mixing with her slick and starting to drip down her legs. His face was so tightly pressed to her that she couldn’t see it but knew from experience it would be drenched, the same mess dripping down his chin and his neck.

He continued to groan against her, digging his face hard against her pussy as he licked and sucked, doing his best to suffocate himself between her thighs. She was going to have beard burn all over, as usual, a detail that would not escape Jackson’s notice or admiration. For the thousandth time she thought that she really should make him shave more often if he was going to rub his whole face against her like this, like a dog rubbing his face on the grass, relishing how wet she got. But she knew that would be a thought that would remain unrealized–she loved all of this too much.

His thumbs dug into her hips–almost definitely leaving twin bruises that he would spend hours over the next week and a half admiring, running his lips over them and smearing his come across–as he held her tight to the dresser and grunted. 

“God,” Katie laughed, a little hysterically. “You sound like a pig at a trough when you do that–Jesus Christ why is that so hot?!” She felt his shoulder shake under her leg–he was clearly amused by the comparison. 

He finally pulled his nose far enough away from her to take a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he choked, voice deep and thick. “Mmm, fuck, Katie... Jesus you taste so fucking….”

Jackson didn’t seem interested in finishing his sentence, probably unaware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth anyways. He shook his head and pressed his face to her pussy again, breathing her in and making her gasp. The rasp and scratch of his stubble against her sensitive skin was painfully good, each individual hair sending its own shock up her spine. Every jolt was like its own tiny supernova, the burn quickly soothed by his warm, wet tongue sweeping up after his scruffy jaw.

He licked her slowly before shoving the sharp ridge of his long nose against her clit, making her thigh jerk and twitch against the side of his head. Jackson flicked his tongue a few times against her entrance before thrusting it inside of her. 

Katie whined. She was both endlessly frustrated and turned on by how fucking smug he was about a great many things. And this? The way he could take her apart so fast and so thoroughly when he got his mouth on her? Fuck, she loved it. And he knew it. She hated him a little bit for that. The self-satisfied look on his face was so fucking irritating but too fucking hot. She was weak for it.

“Jacks, shit, fuck–” Katie swore, one hand leaving the dresser to grip his hair and yank. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and redoubled his efforts, using his grip on her hips to pull her more firmly against his face.

One hand dropped from her hips as he sucked hard on her clit and he gently stroked her cunt before sliding two thick fingers deep inside her. Katie cried out at the stretch–so close to perfect. Her hand in his hair went punishingly tight as he started to fuck her with his fingers, keeping up the pressure on her clit, intermixing his obscene sucking with flicks of his tongue across the sensitive bud. 

The heat pooling in her core was brought into sharp relief at the dual sensations and she was helpless against the rising wave of her orgasm. It swept through her, rushing up her spine to crest high and crash down through every nerve, pleasure overwhelming all her senses. She cried out, muscles seizing as Jackson didn’t let up and continued to work her over; sucking and flicking and curling his fingers inside her until she was shaking against him, sensitive and overstimulated and loving every sharp spark it sent through her.

At last she sagged against the dresser, tugging more pointedly on his hair, and he softened his touch, pulling back with a last gentle kiss to her clit that made her whimper. 

Katie loosened her grip, carding her fingers through the soft strands gently before letting her hand fall to the side. She blinked open her eyes to the view of Jackson kneeling between her legs looking up at her, his whole face slick and sticky from his cheeks and nose to his chin. He made an utterly debauched picture sitting back on his heels; his face a mess, bare chested, jeans open to reveal his cock, flushed deep red and dripping. His piercing, wet and glistening, caught the sunlight coming through the window. 

“Fuck, Jacks,” Katie breathed, letting her leg slide off his shoulder and listing to the side, unsteady on her feet. She wasn’t sure if she meant the absolutely filthy way he had just eaten her out or the sight of him on his knees, hard and ready for whatever she might want. But both were experiences she wanted to burn into her brain forever.

Jackson smirked up at her, licking his lips in an obscene show and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

“God, I’d die a happy man suffocated in that gorgeous pussy. You taste so fucking good, baby. Fuck.”

He rose up on his knees to reach forward and run his hands up and down her thighs. His nails scraped over her sensitive skin and made Katie shiver, slumping back on the dresser and canting her hips towards him without thinking. Jackson chuckled darkly. 

“Ready for more already, sweetheart?” 

He hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to her inner thigh, scraping his stubble over her skin before pressing a second one to her hip. The fingers of one hand came up to stroke lightly along her slit, hiding his smirk against Katie's skin when she chased his fingers in response.

“So greedy. You want more? You want me to fill you up? God, that’s what I want–want this hot, wet pussy tight around my cock, Katie. Fuck–” he swore as he slid three fingers into her easily, twisting them and pulling back to thrust them in.

Katie cried out, hands flying to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. 

“Fuck, Jackson. That’s so good…”

Her hips chased his fingers as he fucked them into her one, two, three more times before his control finally snapped. He pulled them out and got to his feet, flipping Katie over, tugging her hips back and kicking her legs wider so he could see all of her. There was a rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans down his thighs and then she gasped at the shock of the fat head of his cock and the warm metal bar pressing against her opening. He rubbed himself along her slit, slicking himself up further, before he pushed inside.

Katie couldn’t tell where her moan stopped and Jackson’s began as he fucked into her, his thick cock filling her completely. He bottomed out with a soft, desperate grunt, pressing his body along the line of her back, letting her get used to the stretch of his cock. He groaned happily, bracing his arms on either side of her on the dresser, and rubbed his face against the side of her neck. 

“Fucking love the way you feel around me, baby,” he rumbled against her, nipping at her sensitive skin.

Katie took a deep breath, holding a whine in the back of her throat at the warm, shivery pleasure that curled through her with every minute shift of his hips as he held himself there deep inside her. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and laced her fingers through his.

“Jacks, shit–come on, if you don’t move in five fucking seconds…” Jackson smirked against her neck and circled his hips, making sure to prolong the torment as he scraped his teeth over her skin. 

“Greedy and impatient.” He bit her ear and squeezed her fingers. “And here I was thinking I was being a gentleman.”

“You’re being a deliberate tease, you asshole,” Katie growled. “Now just fuck me, Jackson, please!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

Jackson buried his face in her neck and clutched the top of his dresser before he shifted his hips, pulling out almost completely, and drove his cock back inside her. Katie moaned, pressing her forehead into her arms and tried to match Jackson’s fast, rough pace as he started to fuck her in earnest. His hips slammed against her ass with every thrust and he only slowed down to make sure she really felt the barbell through the head of his cock as he ground himself into her. 

The pleasure was so intense, too much for her to stay quiet. She lifted her head and attempted to gain leverage to fuck back onto him. 

"God, fuck, Jacks!" His cock hit home again and she arched, head falling back on his shoulder.

“Careful, baby,” Jackson warned, breathless. “Everyone downstairs is going to hear you. I thought no one was supposed to know–” He fucked into her hard, rolling his hips, and Katie choked on her cry. “–What we were up to,” he finished, humor shaking through his voice as she whined and turned her face to knock her forehead into his cheek.

"Fuck–" Katie's breath hitched and she shuddered as a warm puff of air tickled her hair that had started to come loose. "Off," she panted.

He laughed breathlessly, the sound curling into a groan as she rocked back onto his cock, taking him deep. He pressed his face into her neck, nipping at the tender skin there with sharp teeth, arms still bracketing her in.

“Thought that’s what I was fucking doing, sweetheart,” Jackson rumbled against her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him. Heat bled off of him, soaking through her thin shirt as he slipped his hands underneath to press them against her skin. 

“More, Jacks,” Katie pleaded, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair and tugging sharply.

He cursed, balls pulling up tight, and his fingers dug into her sides as the bright, fierce pain shot from his scalp to his cock. 

“More,” she demanded, rocking back against him and tugging roughly on his hair again.

“Fuck. Katie, baby,” Jackson choked, hands sliding down to her hips. The last of his control evaporated. Jackson's hands shook where they clutched at her hips, his thrusts powerful but sloppy as he worked to give her what she wanted.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good around my cock. You fucking love my piercing too, don’t you? Yeah, I can tell. Love how your pussy tries to squeeze the fucking life out of me with every pass of it.” He grunted, wrapping his arms back around her and pulling her tight against his chest, plastering himself against the whole line of her body. 

“So demanding, so fucking hot for this–love how you get so fucking bossy when you’re on the edge, fuck, baby, come on, come on, come on,” Jackson moaned against her neck, burying his face against her skin and breathing hard, his hips working fast.

The obscene slap of skin on skin was loud and obvious, neither of them capable of being quiet at this point, but Katie couldn’t spare a thought for how obvious. She was completely lost in the moment, whimpering with each thrust. His piercing dragged over her g spot just right every time and lit up her already oversensitive nerves, sending her hurtling towards a second earth-shattering orgasm.

“There you go, baby,” Jackson purred in her ear. “Oh, fuck, I can feel how close you are–just like that.” He shivered and rolled his hips against her and she dropped her hands to dig her nails into his forearms. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, babe. Come on, come on, wanna feel you come all over my cock, want to feel how fucking wet you get, want it, want you, please baby, please…” 

Katie didn’t know if it was an order, a plea, or a mixture of both but fuck, the desperate cadence of Jackson’s voice in her ear made her clench down harder around his cock as he kept up his furious pace. God, he was so hot against her back, and his teeth, still nipping, were sending little sparks skittering down her nerves every time they marked up her neck. 

“God. I need–I need–” She arched against him, pleasure burning through her veins, clouding her thoughts. She was so close, right on the edge. She just needed that last push, that last spark to set her ablaze. “Jacks–baby, please. I need–”

“What, sweetheart,” he panted in her ear. “Tell me what you need. Use your words, baby, fuck, I want to give you whatever it fucking is.”

She dug her nails harder into his arms and shook her head. Fuck this was too much how could he expect her to fucking….

“Yes, come on baby, you can do it,” Jackson coaxed. “Slow down? Speed up? Fuck, you need my fingers too?” He edged one of his hands down to rest just over her cunt, the tips of his fingers reaching for her clit. 

“Fuck–yes. That. Fuck,” she begged. “Fingers, please.”

“I got you…” Jackson encouraged, fingers slipping down and quickly circling her clit. “Oh, shit, go on babe, I got you, I got you–”

Katie jerked and came with a shocked gasp of Jackson’s name and sagged in his arms as her cunt clenched around his thick cock. Jackson didn’t let up, just hugged her closer, swearing at the feeling of her gripping him so tight. 

“There you go, just like that, oh, fuck–” 

Jackson choked and bit down on her neck as he followed her over, sucking hard, making Katie keen in pleasured-pain as his hips twitched and his cock throbbed deep inside her.

Jackson was slow to ease up his hold on her, letting go by degrees while he stayed buried deep inside her. He stroked his fingers over her skin in aimless patterns: up and down, across, brushing along the curve of her breasts causing Katie to shiver and tighten reflexively around his softening cock. Jackson moaned quietly and pressed his face into the back of her neck. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and playing with them for a few seconds, before moving on to her nipples, pinching them and smirking against her neck when she jerked in his arms. He murmured a quiet apology before gentling his fingers and holding her breasts in his big warm hands again, sighing happily, rubbing his sharp nose against her shoulder, tired and sated. 

Katie relaxed against him with a small, pleased sound as he pressed gentle, lazy kisses to the darkening mark on her shoulder. 

“You’re an animal,” she murmured. “Marking me up so obviously like that.”

He snorted, wrapping his arms around her tightly as his hips shifted and his cock slipped out. Katie shivered at the loss then whined as he stepped back, dropping to his knees behind her. His hands were warm on her thighs, tugging them wider with a deep, contented sigh to watch as his come start to drip out of her, leaving a sticky mess across her pussy and down her thighs.

“You’re ridiculous and disgusting,” Katie remarked, still trying to catch her breath, pressing her forehead to the dresser again and pretending that knowing he was behind her and getting off on watching his come slide down the inside of her thighs wasn’t so fucking hot. 

“And all yours,” Jackson agreed, leaning forward to bite her ass gently. He smiled against her skin at her yelp. 

“Haven’t you left enough marks for one afternoon?”

“No.” He bit the other cheek and Katie jerked, huffing a laugh.

“People are going to notice that new one you know,” she pointed out slowly, wiggling her ass back and forth and laughing when Jackson rubbed his face counter to the movement of her hips. 

“This one?” he asked, dragging his tongue over the growing bruise he just left on her ass cheek, amusement obvious in his voice. “You planning on going back out there bare-assed?”

Katie snorted, but couldn’t bring herself to really tell him off. She was feeling lazy and tired after two orgasms and enjoying that immensely, reveling in the feel of him behind her. 

“No, you ridiculous man. The very obvious mark you left on my neck.”

Jackson huffed before rising slowly to his feet and crowding close to her back to admire the dark bruise he had left. 

“Hmmm. You’re right. I could lend you a less revealing shirt?” He ran his thumb over it and pressed down till she gasped and shifted. 

“Making a claim by showing me off in your clothes?”

“Oh, you wanted to show off the mark?” He smirked at her in the mirror and, God, she hated how much she loved that stupid expression. It was even more devastating when his whole face was slick and shining in the late afternoon sun, an absolute mess from how he had pressed it into her with desperate abandon.

“Was this your plan all along?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Create this win-win scenario for yourself? Either you get to stare at these teeth marks on me–”

“Hardly what I would call teeth marks,” Jackson interjected with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Would you rather me call it a hickey?” 

Jackson shrugged. 

“Or you get to watch me walk around in your clothes. Making sure either way that the entire world knows what we’ve been doing up here.”

“I think you already made that pretty obvious with the very enthusiastic noises you were making.”

Katie stared at him, unamused, for a few silent seconds. 

“You think you’re really smooth, don’t you, Dr. Neill?” 

Jackson grinned, wide, sunny, obnoxious, and more than a little smug. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweet cheeks?” 

He wisely interpreted her silence for the warning it was and took a few steps back, sweeping his arm over to his closet and the clothes spilling messily out of it. Katie shook her head, trying to fight the smile that wanted to spread across her face in response. 

“You are fifteen years old and I don’t know why I still speak to you,” she told him, turning around to finally face him. He leaned forward to kiss her and she made a face, pulling back from him and pushing against his bare chest. 

“You are planning on washing your face before we go back outside, right?” She shouldered past him, heading in the direction of the bathroom, but turned back after a few seconds of incriminating silence. “Jackson.” 

He gave her his best innocent look but it fell far short of the mark. His thin lips were fighting a grin and he wouldn't meet her eyes as he pulled his pants up just far enough that he wouldn't trip. Jackson sauntered past her into the bathroom to clean off his piercing–taking an audibly sharp breath followed by soft groan, clearly loving the too much feeling as he handled his over-sensitive cock. Still looking anywhere but her, he finally zipped his jeans and turned to walk away again.

“Jackson!” Katie laughed, snagging the back of his pants and hauling him, struggling, back into the bathroom. “God, you gross, disgusting troll man! Wash your face! Your children are down there.”

“Aw, come on.” He batted at her hands, trying to break away. “It’s not like they’re gonna know–”

“Jackson.” Katie snorted a laugh again despite herself. “Do I have to scrub your face for you, you idiot manchild?”

Jackson turned to her, a single eyebrow raised and a sly smirk spreading across his face. He changed direction, pressing forward and walking Katie backwards until he had her against the sink, his hands warm on her bare hips. 

“Would you?”

Katie shook her head, grin spreading wider. 

“I think you’d like that too much,” she returned, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye as she slid her hands into his back pockets and rocked forward, grinding against his still-sensitive cock. Jackson groaned and tried to chase the friction but Katie shifted and put space between them. “Or maybe I’ll just start withholding things until you do it yourself.”

He pouted down at her. 

“But it’s so much better when you do it.”

“Aw,” Katie pouted back at him. “Is the big poor baby not getting everything he wants?” She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wash your face you gross troll. I’m already going to be wearing your clothes, I can’t let you win everything. What would that do to your ego?”

Jackson heaved a massive sigh, like Katie had just asked the most ridiculous and outrageous favor of him, but stepped back to give her enough space to move past him so she could also get cleaned up.

Katie twisted, leaning back into his space to turn the water on, smirking up at him. 

“Cleanser’s in the cabinet, babe. I think you can take it from here?”

Jackson shook his head and Katie yelped when he smacked her ass as she turned to head to the shower for a quick rinse.

“I’m getting you in the face with the hose as soon as we get outside,” she promised as he turned big, innocent green eyes on her. “Just for that.”

***

The party was still in full swing when they got back out there and they received more than a few knowing glances from the people they walked past, their hands brushing and lingering just a little too close, before splitting up. 

Katie had opted for an old, faded, blue button down of Jackson’s, tied in the front and half unbuttoned. It covered the lurid hickey he had left but there was no doubt as to whose shirt she was wearing. Wendy looked her up and down significantly.

“Subtle.” She shook her head with a grin as she passed Katie a fresh beer.

Katie laughed and shrugged, cracking it open. 

“What can I say… he makes a good oral argument.”

Wendy barked a laugh and shook her head as Katie flushed and took a long sip. She looked out across the lawn and saw Jackson with a few of the other scholars in his department. He was in a fresh t-shirt and jeans, hair a bit wild from all their activities but his face clean. He had been laughing, shaking a finger at one of them, when he looked up and caught her watching him. He winked at her and dragged his gaze hot and slow from her head, over the open V of her shirt, down her legs, and back up, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes and returned his wink, turning back to Wendy. The other woman launched into a story about something that had happened with the neighbors while Katie was upstairs and she let it wash over her, settling back into the party. She flicked her eyes back to Jackson a few minutes later to find him still watching her as his colleagues continued to argue around him, his eyes softer, expression less smug and filled with more affection. 

Maybe he wasn’t subtle, but maybe subtlety was overrated.

Katie felt her face heat as she smiled back and his grin grew wider–happy to be caught, unconcerned that everyone could see it.  Yeah, Katie thought. Subtlety was overrated.

#wethotsummerbingo #jackson neill #jackson neill x katie d'amico #the path fanfiction #the path hulu

[ryehouses]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.  

I was tagged in this by @fake-starwars-fan and thought I’d give it ago! Though, full disclosure, my “WIPS” folder has subdirectories and listing them all here would be comically ridiculous, so I’m sticking to my Star Wars WIP subdirectory. I’ve also stuck some context in ( ) just for fun. 

a simple thing, perhaps obviously. by far my largest folder. (nearly.... there.... we’re almost done....) 

the air and its ease (ast ‘verse) 

every good thing (wet hot mandalorian summer, also ast ‘verse) 

blackiron (wild west au) 

temper (canon divergence au, no further elaboration at this time) 

jedi!din au 

this is samuel kim’s fault (clone wars era pirate au) 

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face

bad batch/clone rebellion au 

bobadin bingo bits (the alliteration was too good for me to resist) 

hdm au 

a folder just titled MISC that i’m not going to open rn to see what inside of it 

so. woof. i should get cracking on all of that. 

if you’d like to share what you’re working on, please consider yourself tagged! writing is fun! 

#ask box #i have got to start finishing one large project before haring off after another

[storiesofsvu]

Hello, can I ask a question about your reblog of the wet hot summer bingo.

For your requests firstly because I have an arguably unhealthy obsession, would you be interested or feel like writing one about Sonny Carisi? Totally understand if your not feeling it or want to pass.

Also wanted to send in a Joe Velasco one because it's Joe. Do you have any requests for him already?

Just wanted to ask before I request just in case you have a few already etc

Thanking you

hahaha yeah i can write some carisi! and obvi i can write for joe! i don't have *any* req's for that summer bingo yet, I might have a couple of ideas swimming around but i'm not totally sure yet, so feel free to send in any and all ideas!!

[pascalispretty]

Wet Hot Summer Bingo Masterlist

All the fics from the Wet Hot Summer Bingo are compiled here! Thanks so much to @thatesqcrush and @storiesofsvu for participating in mine, @lannister-slings-and-arrows and @melk917 's bingo. If I'm missing any entries, please let me know!

@thatesqcrush -

The Nanny, Interrupted - Bryan Kneef x female reader

Get Your Motor Runnin' - Bryan Kneef x female reader

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall - Rafael Barba x female reader

Sparks - Bryan Kneef x female reader

Accident and Fortuity - Bryan Kneef x female reader

I Think I Wanna Marry You - Joe Velasco x reader

The Nanny, Green is the Colour - Bryan Kneef x female reader

@storiesofsvu -

Heatwave - Joe Velasco x female reader x Sonny Carisi

Summer Retreat - Joe Velasco x female reader

Summer Fling - Joe Velasco x female reader

@melk917 and @lannister-slings-and-arrows -

Wet T-Shirt, No Contest - Jackson Neill x OC

@lannister-slings-and-arrows and @pascalispretty -

Tempting Tan Lines - Rafael Barba x female reader x Sonny Carisi

@pascalispretty -

Breathe Me In - Rafael Barba x female reader

#wethotsummerbingo #law and order svu #rafael barba #sonny carisi #joe velasco #bryan kneef #jackson neill

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Dreamland

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EAK0roJ

by SmutConnoisseur

As an incubus, he is not in the business of fulfilling wishes. Bucky, however, literally lives to make one man's fantasies come true.

“This is my world.”

Words: 2588, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of SmutConnoisseur's Hot Bucky Summer '23, Part 15 of ✪ All Caps Bingo ✪, Part 4 of AFG Kink Bingo, Part 16 of Slash Multiverse Pride, Part 2 of MCU Kink Bingo, Part 1 of Scalding Hot Consent Issues Bingo

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Librarian Steve Rogers, Dream Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Seduction, fantasies, Bottom Steve Rogers, Sex Magic, Supernatural Elements, Wet Dream, Semi-Public Sex, in a dream, Horny Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Demon Bucky Barnes, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Not Beta Read, soft

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EAK0roJ

#ao3feed #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stevebucky #stucky #steve/bucky #stevexbucky #fanfic

[thatesqcrush]

Accident and Fortuity

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Rating: NSFW/18+ for kissing, smut (male & female oral, fingerbanging; p in v penetration), talk about birth control in varying forms; salty sailor language.

AN: For Wet Hot Summer Bingo hosted by @melk917 @lannister-slings-and-arrows & @pascalispretty [camping square]

AN2: S/O to @beccabarba for all of your help

WC: 4.1K

Looking back, you should have paid more attention to the campground pamphlet. Or the deeply discounted single room ticket. At the time it seemed like a too good to be true kind of deal - a weeklong yoga retreat in the tropics. Hindsight after all, is twenty twenty. It wasn’t until you arrived at the campsite that you realized you were at a couples intimacy retreat.

You had hoped that this vacation would be exactly what you needed to release some much needed stress. Instead you were eating a granola bar, semi-hiding behind a large tree, watching everyone gather around the bonfire.

While signing in, you spoke with one of the group leaders who kindly (and maybe pitifully) explained that while there would be focus on tantra, the retreat emphasized connection with yourself or with others. You hoped the latter was true and the week wouldn’t be as mortifying as you built in your head.

There was the sound of footsteps behind you. You turned around and locked eyes with a pair of intense green eyes, which belonged to an obscenely handsome man. He was slightly taller than you with dark, but greying hair and a neatly trimmed beard that matched. He had broad shoulders and the T-shirt he wore clung to his upper body, showing off a thick, solid physique. The v-neck of his shirt hinted at a broad chest dusted with hair. His shorts were fitted and shorter than what other men around were wearing. His lips curved upwards in a smile before speaking.

“You know Kind bars are just glorified candy bars, right?”

You shrugged. “This is all I’ve got, you’re not taking this from me.”

The man laughed and then extended his hand. “Bryan Kneef.”

You smiled back and took his hand, introducing yourself. You jutted your head towards the bonfire. “Aren’t you going to go join the group?”

Bryan snorted. “Can’t join the group if I’m all by myself.”

“No kidding, so am I.”

Bryan nodded. “Girlfriend was supposed to meet me here and well, she ended it over text while I was already halfway here.”

You let out a low whistle. “Sorry, that sucks. So why are you staying?”

Bryan shrugged and looked you over. You were attractive to him. Your hair, your eyes, full lips, the curve of your waist, thick thighs and broad hips. The cropped tee, leggings and high pony-tail look that you were sporting made you look like you were coming off an 80s fitness video. Still, he’d bang you. You lacked the shiny tautness of someone who frequented aestheticians and he found that refreshing. Your lips were lush and he wondered if they were as soft as they appeared.

“I already have the time off. I paid too much for this trip anyway. What’s your deal?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t realize it was a sex retreat when I signed up. I was just looking for a week of yoga and disconnecting from social media.”

Bryan let out an obnoxious laugh, which garnered the attention of some people in the circle. The main leader, Kamran walked over. “Please, make way to the circle.”

You and Bryan eyed each other warily and you let out a chuckle when he rolled his eyes. It appeared that everyone was coupled-up, sharing about their relationships and why they were at the retreat. The first day’s activity included journaling what goals you were hoping to achieve at the retreat followed by trust falls. The group gathered in a line and you were in front of Bryan. You turned to him.

“Don’t drop me.”

“I won’t drop you.”

“I’ll sue you if you do.”

Bryan laughed. “You realize I am a lawyer, right?”

You let out a laugh, not responding. It was now your turn. You stood in front of Bryan with your arms crossed and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath and just as you were about to go, Bryan interrupted your thoughts.

“You’re holding up the line sweetheart, just fall already.” His deep voice was dark and the timbre rolled over you warmly.

You swallowed hard, and then whipped your head to glare at him. His green eyes met yours, the gaze intense. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out. Bryan cocked his brow, as if to say ‘oh really’ and he smirked. You felt the impact of that gaze in the heat and wetness that gathered between your thighs.

Bryan would be remiss if he didn’t enjoy this interaction - granted he didn’t know you well, but as a lawyer, his job is to read people for who they truly are. You had a spark about you, something that made you seem playful, quick, but with a bratty, teasing side. All the other people he had been with who did unspeakable things at unspeakable hours all had the same personality that could be found in a fruit fly.

Bryan caught you, his big hands on the back of your rib cage. His firm grasp on you sent a bolt of pleasure throughout your body. As he brought you back to standing, you felt your cheeks warm. He lowered his mouth to your ear, letting out a quiet growl. “I wouldn’t dream of purposely hurting you sweetheart.” Your panties flooded again in response. Bryan rubbed a small circle on your back, enjoying how soft your skin was. He imagined how soft your skin was in other places.

By the time evening fell, you and Bryan were hitting it off as the third wheels. The last thought you had as you settled into sleep that night was how maybe the week won’t be as terrible as you thought. Sleep was futile on the shitty mattress and lack of air conditioning. Your back felt achy and you were sweating. Every once in a while you had to smack a mosquito off of you.

The next morning, you made your way outside after getting ready. The water pressure had been terrible so you still felt unclean. Someone had made coffee for the group and there were packets of oatmeal and fruit. You spotted Bryan sitting, having coffee. After getting some coffee of your own and a banana, you walked over to Bryan.

“Mind if I join?”

Bryan raked his eyes over you, taking in your exhausted appearance with dark circles under your eyes. “Not at all.”

You sat down and peeled your banana “How’d you sleep?”

Bryan grunted and you nodded. “I get it, same here.”

“I wonder what they’ll have us do today,” you continued. “Did your girl-ex I mean, give you any details about what to expect?”

Bryan shook his head. “She blathered about it but to be honest, I wasn’t listening.”

“No wonder she broke up with you,” you quipped before smacking your hand over your mouth. You felt your cheeks burn. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I —“

Bryan smirked and held up a hand. “It’s fine, you’re not entirely wrong. My line of work doesn’t really allow for relationships. But yeah, I have no idea what’s in store for us.”

The day focused on a group discussion on the ‘roadblocks to orgasm’ which encouraged everyone to to dig deep into their past; pinpointing their difficulties in letting go. Thankfully no one called on you for answers. Bryan made sure to share his sexual prowess. You thought about how his hands felt on you as he regaled everyone. And just when you didn’t you could handle anymore insider knowledge, he had the audacity to wink at you.

The mortifying group time evolved into meditation and you were grateful for the quiet.

You had your eyes closed but the quiet didn’t last. Bryan was leaning over to you. “This is the saddest circle I've seen.”

“All right, everyone, let the sound of the bowls wash over you,” Kamran announced. “Let it cleanse you from head to toe and everywhere in-between.”

“These bowls got their work cut out for them,” Bryan continued to which you snorted in response. “I rather smoke a bowl.”

“Everyone, close your eyes and quiet the mind, and receive the healing vibrations. Let the sound bathe you. When you feel called to join the bowls, begin with a soft hum.”

“How are we gonna get out of this?” Bryan whispered.

“I'm not going anywhere,” you replied as you tried to focus your mind.

“Oh come on, you really going to stick this out?”

“What are we gonna do? We're in the middle of nowhere. Besides, you said you already spent the money. And I did too.”

Bryan grunted. “I’ve had enough anusara savasana vinyasa downward facing dog mumbo jumbo that’ll last me a lifetime. I am going to use the shitty reception we have and find another place. There has to be something better close by.”

“Well some of us are going to take the higher road.”

When you were roused by the sound of quiet knocking on your door, it was well into the next morning. It was still dark and you slowly shuffled to the door. You let out a yawn as you opened the door, finding Bryan fully dressed with his suitcase.

“What’s going on? Are you leaving?” You croaked. You frowned at the sound of your voice and tried to clear it.

Bryan nodded. “There’s a resort not too far, 5 star, all inclusive. Come with me.”

You were tempted by the idea of possible air conditioning. “I don’t know,” you replied, worrying your lower lip. “How are we getting out of here?”

“Gee whiz, why don’t you get into my invisible car?”

“Ha.” You thought it over - the idea of going off on an adventure with a hot stranger was titillating. The rest of the week without said person’s company would be awful. “How am I sure you’re not going to murder me?”

“I am not. I am an asshole but not a murderer. If I was going to murder someone, I’d hire someone. I’m not getting my hands dirty.”

Bryan saw the look of horror on your face and he was quick to reassure you. “I’m kidding, I’m joking.”

“Don’t quit your day job.” You replied dryly. After a beat, you continued. “Why can’t we leave in the morning? I need time to get my stuff together.”

Bryan shrugged. “Fine, in the morning. I’ll arrange for a cab.”

And in less than twelve hours, you were poolside basking in the sun, drink in hand. “Isn’t this much better?” Bryan asked. You agreed wholeheartedly.

Bryan was next to you, arms behind his head, resting his eyes. Thanks to a boutique inside the resort, you were now sporting a swimsuit. Bryan took notice of your attire and he had to will himself to not get an erection. And with his eyes closed he could ignore how the material barely covered you, highlighting your assets.

A member of the resort staff approached. “Mr. Kneef?”

Bryan opened his eyes. “Yes?”

“There is an issue we need to speak with you at the front desk.”

Bryan groaned as he stood. You used your hand to shield your eyes from the bright sun as you watched him walk away. His sinuous back muscles flexed and rippled and you had to clench your thighs together, desperate need growing. You wanted Bryan badly and figured a little hookup would be perfect. The attraction seemed mutual as you figured why else would he invite you along.

You closed your eyes, enjoying the sound of the outdoors. A shadow came over you and you opened your eyes to see Bryan standing over you.

“There’s a small issue with the room.”

“What is it?” You sat up straighter in the lounge chair.

“There’s only one room sweetheart. Computer glitch. They’re a bit overbooked.”

You felt your cheeks warm and you knew it wasn’t the sun. He called you sweetheart again and there was only one room.

“We’ll make do with it just fine,” you replied. “Unless you have a problem sharing a bed with me.”

“Not at all,” Bryan replied. “You’re sure you’re okay with it?”

You nodded. You were growing warm and tingly. “Um, I am going to go take a dip. Care to join?”

Bryan shook his head. “I’m going to order another drink and lay back in the sun.”

You nodded once more and made your way into the pool. You did a few laps as Bryan watched you through his sunglasses. When you eventually climbed out, Bryan laser focused on your tits, your nipples hard and pert due to the cold water. He wanted to take them in his mouth.

You both had dinner at the hotel restaurant.

Dinner was going well, with drinks flowing a bit too easily. The two of you cracked jokes about the retreat and wondered if an orgy had ensued yet. The atmosphere was rife with sexual tension and flirty banter. You both kept waiting for the other to crack.

That night, Bryan had said he would sleep on the floor but you insisted he sleep in the bed - it was king sized with plenty of space.

When you came out, Bryan was already in bed. He was on top of the sheets, furiously tapping away on his phone.

“Even on vacation work calls,” he replied to you, without looking up.

“Well you don’t get to be a partner at a law firm without having to do some work,” you replied. You climbed into bed, noting that logically there was plenty of space between you, but somehow it felt as if you were right next to him.

“Yeah but as a partner, I get to unload a lot on those beneath me. I have strict rules about not being bothered when out of the office.”

The thought of him unloading while you were beneath him flashed through your mind. You ached to touch him, to feel the warmth of his body, to have his cock stretch you. You imagined how it would feel like, to sleep in his bed each night, with his arms around you, his lips on yours.

You had enough.

You needed to get laid.

“So Bryan, we’ve been at the hip since the retreat.”

“Uh huh.”

You paced the room, continuing your questioning. “And then you invite me to take off with you.”

Another ‘uh huh.’

You walked over to Bryan’s side of the bed, where he was still tapping on his phone. Bryan looked up at you in your sweatshorts and tank top. Your skin was flush. “What does a gal have to do to get fucked by you?” you inquired as you plucked his phone from his hand.

“Hey! My pho—wait, did you just say?” Bryan’s bright green eyes darkened with lust. He pulled you into him, so you were now on top of him.

“You are right. An orgasm never hurt anybody.”

You blinked at his comment. And then you let desire take over. You sat up and yanked your top off before ducking your head down to kiss him. He returned your kiss, moving at a fervent pace, as if he was trying to get as much of you in him as he could.

Bryan rolled you onto your back. He covered his body with yours and used his hand to grasp your jaw, angling your face up to kiss you deeper. His tongue delved into your mouth and rolled against yours. Bryan broke the kiss reluctantly and sat back on his haunches so he could remove his tee.

“Do you have protection?”

Bryan nodded. “Never go home without. What about you?”

“I have an IUD,” you remarked as you lift your hips to remove your shorts and underwear. Bryan’s eyes lowered, taking your naked form in. He lowered his own bottoms off, revealing his very thick, very veiny, very hard and weeping cock. He spat on his hand and gave himself a stroke. Pearly fluid collected at the head of his cock. He used his thumb to swipe it and pump himself again.

“See what you do to me sweetheart?”

He lowered himself over you again and brought his mouth to your ear. His fingers descended onto your throat, squeezing lightly.

“You’re gorgeous,” he replied huskily. “Makes me want to ruin that pussy.”

You let out a whine at his comment. Bryan didn’t waste any time teasing, just pushes your ample thighs open, pressing a finger to your weeping slit. You cried out, grinding against his finger as he marveled at how wet you are already.

He removed his finger and gingerly traced your folds before rubbing your clit. “Such a needy pussy. Gonna be so easy to stuff my cock inside.”

You closed your eyes, your chest beginning to rise and drop in an unsteady fashion as pleasure courses you. Bryan inserted another thick finger inside and resumed thrusting his fingers. Your slick covered his hand, dripping. Your hands gripped the sheets. “Fuck,” you draw the word out into two syllables.

It’s when his tongue hit your clit, that your back arched. Bryan pushed his face all the way in, licking a broad stripe up your cunt. He is methodical, starting off slowly and softly, teasing you with his fingers and tongue. He then increased his pace as he ate you out, making sure to devour every inch of you. His beard scraped against you, causing a delicious burn along your sensitive skin. One hand shifts to grab your ass, bringing you closer to his mouth. He kept his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers continued to work your cunt, the pace faster and faster.

Bryan pulled back for a moment. “Come for me sweetheart. Make a mess for me.”

So you did what any good girl would do in your situation — you grabbed a handful of his hair and begged him to ruin you.

He crooked his fingers, finding that tiny spongy spot that no one else was able to find. A few strokes in a come hither motion and you’re done for, crying out his name as you come hard. There was a rush of wetness that burst out of you but it didn't make Bryan stop. He continues to eat you out, sucking and slurping your juices through your orgasm. He finally does pull away, but not before nipping your thigh. You look at him, all dazed. His face is a mess of your arousal, his beard and mouth coated.

Your legs are wobbly but you managed to get onto your knees. “Damn, you’re good.” You wrapped your arms and kissed him, tasting and smelling yourself on him. Bryan embraced you tightly, returning the kiss. His hands landed on your ass and he gave a good squeeze.

Your hands reached into his beard and tugged as you opened your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss. Bryan tilted your head so he could kiss and lick your neck. You let out a swear when his teeth graze your skin sharply. Your tone quickly changes into a sigh as his tongue ran over the sore spot, soothing it. Bryan beamed at the purple mark quickly forming.

“I want to suck your cock,” you whined. A rumble emanated from Bryan and you could have sworn the sound alone made you even more wet.

Bryan flopped onto his back, his cock landing with a smack against his stomach. His cock was in his hand and he used his other hand to beckon you. You laid on your stomach and shooed the hand holding his cock away. You gripped his cock and opened your mouth, ready and willing to take his cock deeply. Bryan let out a groan as you swallow him. His hand runs through your hair in a caressing manner as you begin to bob along his length. You breathed through your nose as you took him deeper, all the way to the back of your throat. Bryan groaned again and his hand in your hair tightens. “Gonna fuck your throat,” he grunted.

You let off his cock with a gasp. “Yes, fuck my throat. Use me.” You swallow him back down and you fight the urge to recoil and gag as he pressed your head down even tighter. Your nose was buried in his (neatly trimmed) pubic hair. His long, thick cock filled your throat. He thrusted into your mouth, the pace fast, abusing your throat. He momentarily mourns the fact that you don’t have makeup on because he would have loved to see the dark tear streaks on your cheeks.

Bryan’s hips continued pumping upwards into your mouth and you took it, delighting in how it felt. You just hoped he didn’t plan to come down your throat because you sure as shit, wanted him to fuck you. You noted that his thigh muscles twitched and his hands got rougher as they pulled your hair. You were let down because it didn’t seem like you were going to get fucked. To your surprise, Bryan pulled your hair, forcing your head back, popping your mouth off his cock.

“Next time I’ll shoot my load down your throat sweetheart but I really want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

You were sweaty, your hair sticking to your face. Your lips were wet and swollen. “How do you want me?”

Bryan slapped his thigh. “Saddle up.”

You nodded and climbed over him, straddling his big thick thighs. “I’m going to give you the ride of your life.”

Bryan leaned over slightly and grabbed the condom you didn’t realize he had readily at hand. He ripped the foil and rolled the condom on. Even with your arousal, you still felt the burn of his cock as your cunt struggled to take him in all the way. You sighed shakily, letting yourself adjust to his girth, as Bryan groaned at how tight your pussy was. He barely fit and he hadn't even moved yet. He was so deep. “Fuck, I think you’re splitting me apart,” you moaned. Bryan smirked, he felt like a fucking king.

“You sure you can take me sweetheart?”

You let out another whine as you sunk further on his cock. You leaned forward, gripping his beefy pecs. Your breasts dangled in front of him and he leaned up to take one in his mouth, sucking and licking. His teeth grazed your nipple and you cried out.

Once he completely bottomed out and you were adjusted, you began to roll your hips forward. Bryan’s hands rested on your hips, digging deeply, sure to leave bruises. He matched your pace at first, his hips snapping upwards.

You met him on the downward as he continued to pump his hips upwards. Pleasure exploded inside you as his cock dragged against your special spot with every deep stroke. Bryan watched as his cock pistoned in and out of you. “Sweetheart I wish you could see how your pretty little pussy is taking every fucking of my cock. It’s like my cock was made just for you.”

There were spots inside of your cunt you didn't know existed until Bryan. The scent of sex was thick in the air, along with the sounds the two of you are making. The headboard rattled against the wall and you did not even give a shit if someone complained. Bryan is murdering your pussy and you will happily let the world know.

Bryan slapped your ass twice in succession. “That’s what you get for sticking your tongue at me.”

Your mind drifted to the memory. You slowed your pace intentionally. “I’d do it again. Can’t stop me.”

That earned another two spanks.

Bryan growled, taking the opportunity to grip your hips and fucking you with more gusto. His pace is sloppy and shorter, frenzied almost. You snake a hand down and rub your clit, chasing your high. Bryan felt the walls of your pussy flutter around his cock.

“Be a good girl and let me feel you cum on my cock.” It was Bryan’s turn to beg. “Be my good girl and give it to me.”

You obliged at his words and you let your orgasm wash over you. The sight of your head thrown back, your face wrecked, broken sobs falling from your lips - it was too much for Bryan. He let out out his own deep groan along with a chant of fuck fuck fuck as he stilled, shooting his thick load inside of you, filling the condom.

You slumped forward and the two of you lazily make out for a few minutes. Eventually you dismounted Bryan and he got up to toss the condom. Your body is indeed wrecked and you find your eyes closing in post orgasmic bliss. The last thing you note before you drift off is Bryan climbing back in the bed. “Best vacation ever,” you mumbled as you turned into him.

When you wake up the following morning, Bryan is outside on the balcony. He is leaning against the railing, gazing at the horizon, coffee in hand. You wrapped the sheet around you. You noticed two covered serving dishes had been brought up to the rom alongside a carafe of coffee and orange juice. You pad along to join him on the balcony. Bryan turned to you and smiled.

“Morning sweetheart.”

FIN.

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[navalcriminalimagines]

Birthday girl

I can't believe I did that, but here we are. This fits the "Multiple partners/gangbang" square from the Summer Bingo. With our favorite boys; Mike, Rafael, Sonny & Mike.

Words count: 3,9k

Warnings: Gangbang, p in v, creampie, spanking (slightly)

Sorry if there's any typos...

@thatesqcrush

You had a lot of hopes for your 30th birthday. Not just for the celebration itself but also in general. You thought that by now, you would be in a serious relationship, maybe with a kid or two, or at least planning on having one. You had many things you wanted to do before you were 30, but now that you think about it, you didn’t do much of those things. You’re actually far from it.

It just hurts to see people around you having their life together. Your best friend is married to a lovely man, she has a two year old boy and is pregnant with a second and she owns her business. Your sister - older than you - is traveling all around the world with her husband and their dog. And everytime you meet with your mother, it’s like she has to put pressure where it hurts. Every single time.

The only thing you can’t complain about is your job, and the people you work with. Being a detective at SVU is hard, it’s challenging, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. And you have the most amazing squad with you. Also, the most handsome men you ever met. Seriously. Mike, Sonny, Rafael, Nick. How could you not like your job when you see those faces 24/7?

You had expectations for your celebration party. You invited the squad to a beach house that you rented. They became your family, they are the ones you want to celebrate with. But little by little, it was falling apart. First, Amanda had to cancel since her sister is in town, and everyone knows Kim is a handful. Then, it was Liv turn. The day before, Noah got sick, so she decided to stay at home with him. That’s fair, Noah’s health first. And last but not least, your best friend and her husband canceled too. “No one to take care of the kid,” apparently. Is that what it is to have kids? Not having fun anymore? Cause if that’s it, maybe you don’t want one.

So, in the end, it’s just you and the boys. Not that you mind that thought at all.

You left early in the morning with Sonny. He offered to help you prepare the house, and go grocery shopping. “How’s the birthday girl?” he asked, gently as always.

“Kinda upset that everyone canceled. But I won’t let this ruin my day!”

“You’ll have fun anyway. We planned a few things with the guys,” he teased.

You spent the entire day annoying Sonny so he would talk. But he didn’t say a damn thing. Whatever they have prepared, you have no clue. It does stress you out a little but one thing is sure; you can trust them with your life.

Everything was ready when Mike, Nick and Rafael arrived. When Sonny opened the door to them, their arms were full. You saw booze, food, and gifts. Way too many gifts for one person. “What the hell is all of that?” you exclaimed when they dropped everything on the floor, in the living area.

“Everything we need to celebrate your 30th birthday. You will remember this weekend,” Mike said with a huge grin on his face. He walked up to you and hugged you softly. “Happy birthday Y/N,” he kissed your forehead.

Nick and Rafael did the same as Mike. Then, they quickly put their stuff in the bedrooms, before joining you and Sonny on the terrace, facing the ocean. The weather wasn’t the best, but you couldn’t care less.

“One rule for this weekend; not shop talk,” Nick warned and everyone agreed with it.

The evening started pretty smoothly. You were having drinks, eating the apéritif you and Sonny prepared earlier and chatting about nothing and everything. At some point, Rafael came back with a bottle of champagne and poured everyone a glass. “To our amazing Y/N,” he said, holding his glass in the air. “You probably have no idea what you mean to all of us and that’s actually what makes you even more lovable. We care about you more than you know. Happy birthday, querida,” he smiled and toast with you.

You looked at Rafael with puppy eyes. He and the three others know you’re not used to being praised like this, even though you deserve any less.

“This is nice! Mike, your turn,”

The sergeant obliged. He stood up and cleared his throat, “Everyone knows that me joining SVU was my dad’s idea, but honestly, I can’t thank him enough for making me. Cause now you’re in my life and girl, you won’t get rid of me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/N,” he paused, “and without those idiots either, but that’s not their birthdays,”

“You said it anyway,” Nick teased Mike.

“Shut up, Nick! Let him finish,” you elbowed Nick.

“Well, I was done actually. Happy birthday, honey,” he bent over to kiss your cheek and then toasted with you.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. “Nick, now you can talk,” you were excited about this. The past weeks before your birthday hadn’t been easy, you overthink a lot about your life. You actually cried yourself to sleep the night before, but none of them know. Their words make you feel much better. You’re lucky to have them.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” he said before standing up, “We didn’t start on the right foot, you and me, probably because you never chewed your words with me and I hated it. But you were right on most of the things you ever told me. You’re - without a shadow of a doubt - the best friend I ever had. I can’t wait for us to fight like cats and dogs at the nursery home. Feliz cumpleaños, cariño,” he smiled at you and extended his glass so you could toast together, “Also, you’re hot as hell,”

It was an understatement to be honest, but Nick added this comment because he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he refused to see you cry on your birthday, because of something he said. Fortunately, it worked and you laughed instead of crying. “He’s right,” Rafael added with a wink. Of course, none of them missed how your cheeks turned bright red, even if you tried to play it cool.

“I guess it’s my turn now,” Sonny spoke and stood up. But he stayed silent for a moment, “What they said,” he simply said before sitting again.

Mike, Nick and Rafael immediately started to playfully boo him, “You suck man!” Nick exclaimed.

“You usually can’t shut up and now, that’s all you have to say?” Rafael teased him.

“Y/N should have the right to punish you,” Mike added.

“Oh yes, please! Can I punish you?” you eagerly asked.

“Oh honey,” Rafael grabbed your attention, “you don’t ask someone if you can punish them. You just do it,”

“I know, Rafi. But he’s a good catholic boy, remember? We can’t have him running out of the house, praying for our souls,”

“Y/N. You know Sonny is worse then all of us reunited,” Rafael said this so casually, he didn’t realize how it sounded.

“Dominick Carisi, you’re such a liar!” Mike shouted, “you told me you and Raf didn’t hook up!”

“Yeah well, about that? I lied,”

Sonny and Rafael exchanged sweet looks, while you were silently drinking your glass of champagne.. “Are you two dating or something?” Nick asked.

Rafael was about to say something, but Mike stood up in one quick motion and shouted even louder, “Oh my god!” The four of you looked at him, “I think what you should be asking, Nick, is if the three of them are a thing!”

One thing you hate about Mike is how he can read you like an open book. It was hard to hide from him, the night you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago. Now, there was no point to lie.

“I can’t believe you three hook up and didn’t say a damn thing,” Nick said.

“To be honest, I’m more offended about not being invited,” Mike added.

That’s how the night took a very different turn.

*****

“I think all the attention should be on the birthday girl,” Rafael said as he was unbuttoning his shirt. You and Sonny were kissing on one side of the couch while Mike and Nick were making out on the other side.

“Raf is right. To be fair, we have an entire weekend in this house,” Mike added.

In a matter of seconds, you were standing in the middle of the master bedroom, with the four men around you. “Mike and Nick need to know the safe word.” Rafael commented, and Sonny took his tongue out of your month to let you speak.

“Armadillo,” you said.

You can’t even begin to describe how you feel about all of this. Those four men just for you? All of their attention on you? That thought only could make cum on the spot. You had to remember the ground rules you had with Sonny and Rafael a few months ago, and the first one is not to overthink. You all know you can trust one another. You’re more safe with those four guys than with one single random guy.

Once the safe word was known to everyone, Sonny remained kissing you. You immediately granted access to his tongue, it was sloppy but passionate. Meanwhile, you felt a pair of hands taking off your top and another one taking care of your pants. “Matching underwear,” Mike commented, as he was the one staring, “You hoped for this, didn’t you?” You smiled against Sonny. You didn’t hope for a gangbang, but yes, you did hope to get lucky. But this was better than anything you hoped for.

“Of course, she did,” you heard Nick’s voice coming from behind you. He gently unhook your bra, freeing your tits and he didn’t waste a second before playing with them. Your nipples were already hard, craving for attention. “She knew she could have any of us,”

“Oh Nick, that’s worse than that. She knew she could have the four of us,” Rafael added, as one of his hands slided in your panties, feeling how hot and wet you were. “Guys, she is dripping,” he let the others know, and he gently started to tease your clit with his thumb.

As Sonny kept kissing you, Nick kept playing with your tits, and Rafael kept teasing your drenched entrance, Mike got undressed. You saw him from the corner of your eyes, and your attention quickly fell on his rock hard erection. He smiled when he noticed where you were looking and started to stroke himself. You locked eyes with him while tentatively trying to touch one of the guy's cock. Your hand landed on Sonny’s crotch and he groaned at the sensation, even through the fabric of his jeans. But Rafael used his free hand to grab your wrist. “Such a needy cock slut,” he said, right next to your ear.

“Maybe Sonny should replace his tongue with his cock,” Nick offered and he felt you nodding. So Sonny stopped kissing you, he briefly took a look at your swollen lips, and your naked body being taken care of by Rafael and Nick.

“Well, Mike, get closer,” Sonny said as he undressed himself, “She loves having two cocks in her mouth. Am I right, Y/N?”

Everything that was happening was too much, you struggled to find your words, so you nodded. But it wasn’t enough for them. “You want to hear you say it,” Mike said after he finally got closer to you.

“I--I want your cocks--” you moaned as Rafael finally entered your core with one finger, “in my month,” you moaned even more when Nick pinched both of your nipples, just enough to make it hurt, “All of them,” you finally added.

To make sure Rafael and Nick could still work on your body, Mike and Sonny stood up on the edge of the bed. Your face was right at their crotch. You took one cock in each hand, gently stroking them, “I think Mike should be first. I already know how your mouth feels,” you agreed and focused on Mike’s cock, but with your other hand still stroking Sonny’s. You softly licked the head, tasting the precum coming out, before taking him in your mouth. Mike let out a huge groan at the feeling, “Man, when was the last time you had a blowjob?” Nick joked.

“Way too long,” he managed to say.

You have to admit, it’s hard to give a good blowjob to a man, while two others are worshipping your body. But Rafael decided to withdraw his hand from your panties and quickly after, you felt a cold breeze as Nick’s hands and body drift away from you. “Don’t forget about Sonny, babygirl,” you heard from the other side of the room.

Your jaw is going to be sore as fuck in the morning as you opened your mouth as much as you could, to take both Sonny’s and Mike’s cocks in. Obviously, they can’t both fit in but it is mostly about playing with the heads and your tongue.

You jolted when you felt a very warm body against your back. You recognized Rafael’s smell. He was fully naked. He held your hips strongly, sliding his hard cock in your panties and stroking it against your ass. You felt his hot breath in your neck before he planted a few wet kisses there.

Your face was a mess. It was a mix of saliva and precum from both men. Your pussy was a mess too. You were so wet, you could feel it on your thighs. You kept sucking Sonny and Mike for a short moment before they made you stop. Mike got down from the bed and kissed you deeply, enjoying the mixture that was there.

Someone finally took your panties off, you don’t know who and you couldn’t care less. You were desperate to be fucked.

*****

The first to get inside you was Nick. You were lying on the bed, a complete mess already, and Nick got on top of you. He gently kissed you, teased your entrance for a short moment before sinking inside your pussy in a slow motion. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned as he bottomed out. He started to thrust you, slow and deep at first.

The sounds you were making were such a turn on to the four men. As Nick was fucking you good, you had no idea where Mike, Sonny and Rafael were, until you felt someone climbing on the bed. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rafael’s face above you and his cock was a few inches from your mouth. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he said and you obliged. As Nick was fucking your pussy, Rafael was facefucking you. And this was a lot to handle. It didn’t take long for you to feel your orgasm coming up. Your cries were muffled by Rafael’s thick cock as you came, and it brought him an overwhelming sensation that made him groan hard. “Such a good girl, creaming my cock like this,” Nick said. He wasn’t far from coming either. He buried his face in your neck, and he felt your nails crashing on his skull. It took a few more thrusts before he loaded his hot cum inside you, crying out your name.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before pulling out, at the same time Rafael stopped facefucking you and you cried at the emptiness.

“Someone doesn’t like to feel empty?” It was Sonny who talked. He was sitting next to you and he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, taking Nick’s cum back where it belonged. Your body arched at the feeling and you moaned deeply. “So worked up already. But we’re not done with you,”

“You better not,” you laughed.

“Oh, she’s teasing!” Mike exclaimed. “Babygirl, when we're done with you, you won’t be able to sit for weeks. Everyone at the precinct will wonder what happened during the weekend,” he kissed you while Sonny added a third finger inside your core. You felt a second orgams building inside your belly.

“You better not come on Sonny’s fingers,” Rafael warned you, “You’re only allowed to come on our cocks,” you found him in the room and locked eyes with him.

You knew from his expression what he was waiting for, “Yes, sir,” you agreed.

“That’s our good girl,”

Then it was Sonny’s. The man has a soft spot for a good doggy style, so he ordered you to get on all fours and you obeyed. He stroked his cock between your ass cheeks for a moment before sliding inside you so easily. “God, you take us so well, baby,” he said as he started to thrust. He was faster than Nick, and you know from experience that Sonny has incredible stamina. He can rock inside you hard and fast for a long moment.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, “Fuck, Sonny! Yes!”

“That’s right, take that cock, doll,” he said, slamming harder.

As you grabbed the sheets into your fists, you felt someone crawling under you. It was Nick. He laid down and brought your mouth to his in an eager kiss. Sonny kept fucking you, his hands were strongly holding your hips, so you understood it was someone else that spank you. Mike or Rafael, you didn’t know - although, you had an idea; Rafael does love to spank you - and you cried inside Nick’s mouth. Then you felt someone grabbing your arms to lock them in your back. Nick held you close against him, stroking your hair as your second orgasm hit you hard.

Feeling your pussy clenching around his cock, and hearing you cursing non sense, sent Sonny over the edge. He almost collapsed on you as he came deep inside you.

You felt the emptiness when Sonny took his cock out of you but it was quickly filled by someone’s fingers. You were just a pile of lambs on Nick, but you jolted when one of them curled two fingers inside your pussy. “You love that, don’t you? Nick’s and Sonny’s cum mixing inside you,” You don’t know if that’s Rafael that is fingering you but he’s the one talking. You were still catching your breath when the fingers were replaced by a cock teasing your entrance.

“Do you want to keep going, babygirl? We can st--”

“I didn’t say the word, did I, Mike?” you shot.

“Right. Then it’s my turn to fill that pussy,” he didn’t give you the time to answer, he shoved his cock inside your cunt.

“Oh fuck! Mike, yes!”” you cried.

Nick stayed under you as Mike fucked you hard. Mike’s short nails scratched your back as he went in and out of you. He withdrew completely before sinking back and bottoming down. He did that a few times, enjoying your noises every time he hit your sweet spot. “Damn, that pussy is so perfect,” he growled.

“It was made for us,” Sonny said.

On your left, you saw Rafael standing there, stroking his cock as he watched Mike fucking you. You extended your hand to replace his and he let you. “You can’t get enough,” he teased you.

“Never,” you grinned.

Mike grabbed your hair in his fist, bringing your back to his chest. That new angle almost sent you over the edge again. “Holy shit, this feels amazing,” you breathed out. You didn’t notice the look Rafael and Sonny exchanged. You sloppily kept stroking Rafael, while Sonny’s hand found its way to your clit. Mike had to hold you close to him as a third orgasm arrived.

Nick was still laying on the bed, an arm under his head. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s like my very own porn movie,”

“Get ready to take a new part in it,” Sonny winked at him.

“Working on it,” he said, stroking his semi hard cock.

Sonny chuckled before burying his face in your chest. He sucked on your nipples, and kept playing with your clit. “Jesus, fuck! I--I’m--coming,” you managed to say as your third orgasm hit. You held onto Sonny’s shoulder for dear life, Mike was slamming so hard and fast inside you, chasing his own orgasm. He bit your shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside you, adding his semence to Sonny’s and Nick’s.

You collapsed in Sonny’s arms and he gently laid you on the bed, next to Nick. Mike was catching his breath on the edge of the bed. “Water,” you managed to say.

Not that it mattered, but Nick seems to be the best for the aftercare. He gently stroked your hair, and planted sweet kisses all over your face. Sonny came back with water for everyone. All of this is more than amazing, this can’t be compared to anything you ever experienced before but you gladly enjoyed the water break.

As you were sitting on the bed, Rafael grabbed your face to kiss you. It was soft, almost loving. Your hands traveled his hairy chest as you granted access to his tongue. You fell on your back, taking him with you. “You okay?” he whispered.

“Never better. Fuck me, Raf,”

On the other side of the bed, Nick chuckled. “Three cocks, three orgasms and she is still asking for it. You’re such a pretty slut, Y/N, aren't you?”

“I’m your slut. To the four of you,” you smiled at him.

Rafael teased your entrance with his cock as he was kissing and nipping your neck. Your pussy was a wet and sticky mess. The other men fucked you open, Rafael slided inside you so easily. To be honest, he wasn’t far from coming already after everything he witnessed and you wrapped him so perfectly, it was overwhelming.

You moaned loudly in his ear, your nails digging in his skull. As he thrusted into you, he couldn’t help but to slap your thigh, since he can’t reach your ass for a proper spank. But you could reach his, so you returned the favor. It took him by surprise, so did the growl he let out. “Someone likes to be spank,” Sonny commented, before duplicating your action on Rafael’s ass.

Another spank, but this time from Mike. And one from Nick. You loved having all the attention from the guys, but you have to admit that this brings something else to you. Hopefully this will be repeated before you go back to New York, but this time, this will be an orgy, instead of a gangbang.

You bit Rafael’s bottom lip, as he thrusted fast and hard inside you. “Give it to me, Raf. I need you to cum inside me, just like them,” he crashed his lips on yours, as a hand traveled between the two of you to play with your clit. You were oversensitive, and exhausted, you weren’t sure you could have a fourth orgasm before it hit you. You wrapped your arms around Rafael’s neck, “That’s right, babygirl, let it go. Cum on my cock,” he said in your ear, huskily.

That was exactly what you needed to cum one more time. Rafael’s thrusts became sloppy as he chased his relief. Finally, he added his liquid to the mixture and collapsed on you.

*****

“I have to admit, I’m so glad everyone else canceled,” you confessed, laying like a sea star on the bed. Obviously, the four men agreed with you.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” they all said at the same time.

Best fucking birthday ever.

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo #rafael barba x reader #sonny carisi x reader #nick amaro x reader #mike dodds x reader

[asteriasdaydream]

Tease

Summary: After teasing Eren all day on a date, he decides to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, language

Pairings: Eren x reader

Gazing up at Eren, a slight grin on your face, his green eyes boring into your own. The lights from the cinema screen reflecting on his face. You were just able to make out the slight redness on his cheeks.

To be fair, you didn’t do much to make him react this way. He was so easy to work up. Yet, so were you. Especially around when Eren was around.

It was a hot day, and you didn’t miss the way Eren bit his lip and allowed his gaze to rove down your body when he picked you up from your home for your date and caught sight of you wearing his favourite summer dress.

Of course you planned this ahead. The dress, the lingering touches on his thigh, leaning your body against his own and pushing your breasts against his back all resulted in slight gasps gracing your ears.

If you were completely honest, you weren’t entirely sure if Eren was even aware of the effect he had on you sometimes. The simplest of things had your heart racing and your cheeks flushed. But his actions a few days ago were... unforgivable at best.

He teased you until you were putty in his hands, waiting for him to continue to his next move. You were a mess underneath him. Impatient. Yet patiently waiting for his next move. Until his phone rang. And he was off you in a second.

Armin had car troubles and needed Eren to fetch him from his part-time job. It was late. You didn’t blame Eren for leaving to help out his friend. But he never came back afterwards like he promised he would, and left you to take care of yourself.

That was the last time you saw your boyfriend - until now.

You remembered his voice over the phone. You could hear him pouting. How sorry he was that he didn’t come back for you. How Armin asked for more help with other things and later, he was so exhausted that he crashed on Armin’s couch. How he promised he would make it up to you this weekend.

It was safe to say that deep down, you already forgave him the second he called you. But you couldn’t resist teasing him now. Especially now in the darkness of the cinema.

You didn’t miss the way his voice turned husky and his grip tighten on the armrest when you leaned up to whisper a question about the movie in his ear. Your lips dragging gently across the warm skin and your breath fanning down his neck. Pushing your chest out just a little so he could see the faint outline of the swell of your breasts sticking out from the top of your dress.

It was when you finally rested your hand on his upper thigh, fingers grazing along the in-seam of his jeans that had Eren gripping your wrist.

“Baby.” His voice still husky in your ear. You smirked to yourself.

Bingo.

“What are you doing?” He asks. His thumb stroking the skin of your wrist. He doesn’t dislike what you’re doing. But why here? Why now?

You played innocent. Pretending to be completely unaware of the results of your actions.

It wasn’t rare that your hand would rest on Eren’s thigh while he was driving, or any other time he sat next to you so he let it slide for now. Putting his attention back to the screen in front after giving you another look.

He knew you were up to something.

After the movie ended, you stood up and stretched your arms and back. Letting out a little moan of satisfaction while keeping your eyes on Eren as you did so.

You didn’t miss the way he watched as the bottom of your dress lifted up around your thighs as you stretched, or his gaze drift up your chest as you pushed it out to stretch your back. A tiny smirk flitted across your face.

Inhaling deeply, Eren willed his eyes away from you. Determined not to fall for whatever tricks you were trying to pull on him. Yet.

At this point Eren was pissed. Not at you, though. Well maybe a little bit. He was pissed at how you weren’t even trying to hide the fact that you were teasing him anymore.

He instantly regretted his suggestion of taking you for ice cream after the movie ended.

The heat was near scorching and it didn’t help that it was midday. Even sitting under the umbrella shaded benches did little to soothe the heat; yet the weather was the last thing that bothered Eren.

It was the way you had your lips wrapped around his long pointer finger that had Eren’s head spinning a mile a minute. Gently sucking the melted ice cream off his finger as you kept you gazed heatedly up at him.

Eren’s other hand had such a tight grip on his ice cream cone that it cracked, allowing the ice cream inside it to seep out slowly and drip down his hand onto the wooden table in front of him.

Another suckle and your tongue running on the underside of his finger had Eren gasp and his groin twitch at the sensation.

It was a golden opportunity and you leapt at it with open arms. You saw the ice cream from his cone melting onto his fingers and didn’t hesitate for a second to take his hand in yours and suck his finger into your mouth.

The act was far from innocent and had Eren glancing to the side with a hot flush covering his cheeks, hoping nobody was watching your clearly suggestive actions.

You knew you almost won him over.

Eren was about to scold you lightly for acting out in public this way, but the words died on his tongue when you whispered out his name. Your voice slightly raspy, sending tingles down his back. His finger still on your lips and your breath heavy. You whispering out his name was the last push Eren needed to finally snap.

“Fuck.” Your eyes widened slightly at the near growl that left his throat. His hand, still sticky with ice cream and your saliva grabbed at yours and pulled you to your feet, almost dragging you to the nearest section of public toilets.

You paid no mind to Eren taking your own ice cream out of your hand and chucking it in the bin along with his own on the way. Your mind reeling with part excitement and part shock.

You were shocked because you and Eren had never done more than kissing in a public place before and you didn’t think that your playful ministrations all day would lead to this. However, you were quite smug at the outcome and your excitement at the current turn of events had your heart racing.

Before you knew it, you found yourself led into the women’s toilets.

Any protests you might have had about Eren just waltzing into the ladies without checking if it was safe first quickly disappeared as you watched him in front of you. You found his impatience of getting you into a cubicle quite exhilarating that had your arousal seeping onto your panties and your heat clench around nothing - luckily, all the other cubicles were empty anyway.

Once you were finally inside the cubicle, Eren shut the door loudly, locking it behind you as he pressed you against the door; his arousal pressing against your stomach as he met your lips in a searing kiss.

Eren groaned as you immediately reciprocated, not wasting a second.

“So you thought it was fun to tease me the whole fucking day, didn’t you?” He rasps in your ear after pulling away from the kiss; lips grazing against your skin and his hot breath ghosting down the side of your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Eren.” you whimpered and he tutted in response.

“Where’s the confidence from earlier gone to, baby? I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already whimpering for me.” His voice nearing that of a growl; his fingers finding the hem of your dress, quickly pulling it over your head leaving you breathing heavily in your panties, nipples hardening as the cool air hit them.

You hissed as Eren immediately dived down to your breasts and sucking a nipple into his hot mouth, green eyes holding an intense gaze into your own as he did so.

You could feel Eren smirking against your breast when he slipped his hand that was still sticky from the ice-cream down your abdomen and into your panties, gathering your arousal on his fingers.

If your mind wasn’t this clouded by lust, maybe you would’ve felt a little embarrassed by how wet you were already. After all, you were waiting for this all day.

Eren let go of your nipple with a small audible pop and brought his now wet fingers up to his mouth. Your face growing increasingly hot and inner walls clenching around nothing as his intense gaze pierced into you as he sucked your juices into his mouth.

Your legs wobbled slightly as Eren let out a growl at the back of his throat. The taste of you paired with the aftertaste of ice-cream on his fingers made his head spin. Ice-cream was ruined for him now. He’ll never look at it the same anymore.

Having it this way better.

“Eren,” you whined, growing increasingly impatient, “please.”

A string of whispered curses left Eren as he fumbled with the belt of his jeans, breathing a sigh of relief as he finally pushed his jeans down to his ankles along with his briefs. Your panties followed suit and you quickly stepped out of them and pushed them to the side with your foot.

“I need you baby, so bad” Eren mumbles desperately against your lips. Slipping your hand down the front of his abdomen, feeling the muscles in his stomach contract at your touch.

He hissed when you wrapped your hand around his rock hard length and stroked him slightly before bringing his dick to your wet centre. Foreplay wasn’t even necessary at this point as you were already dripping for him and Eren was near losing his mind.

You bit down in Eren’s bottom lip as he entered you slowly, giving you a few moments to adjust to his girth before he started moving at a slow, yet steady pace, fingers now gripping harshly on his shoulders while your other hand rested in his hair which was becoming more and more untidy by the second as some strands started falling loose from its bun.

You clapped your hand down on your mouth when you let out a loud moan when Eren lifted your left leg up to penetrate you deeper. Your head lolling back against the cubicle door behind you.

“You always take me so well, baby, fuck” he rasped in your ear, moving faster now and his breath coming out in harsh pants, tickling the skin of your neck.

Unable to keep your eyes open at the onslaught of pleasure you allowed yourself to be overcome by the pure pleasure that only Eren could give to you.

You were getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Your walls clenching harshly around Eren and you knew he was close too when he let out a whine at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him causing him to thrust more erratically inside of you.

Just before the pleasure could rapture you completely, both of you stilled completely when you heard the door to the women’s bathroom open followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer until a cubicle near you opened and closed with a slight bang.

Eren’s dick was pulsing in you, so ready for his release that was quickly ebbing away. Your pussy still clenching around him causing him to mesh your lips together in order to silence his moans that were threatening to escape.

“Stop that” he whispered desperately, trying to keep his breathing as quiet as possible.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered back. The feeling of his pulsing dick inside you wasn’t helping either and you involuntarily rolled your hips forward only to be slammed back against the door firmly by Eren to stop your movements.

Eren brought one of his fingers down to your front and rolled little circles over your clit, smirking a little at the thought of getting back at you. But his smirk was quickly wiped from his face when your walls clenched even tighter around him and you moved bite into his neck to stifle your moans.

It was growing hotter in the little cubicle as you and Eren gazed at each other in pure desperation. Wanting nothing more to finish what you started. Listening intently as you heard the toilet nearby flush and the cubicle open followed by the sound of water running out of a tap.

“Jesus fuck, hurry up,” Eren groaned softly, his fingers gripping so hard on your thighs it was sure to leave bruises.

Once the footsteps started moving further away, Eren started moving his hips slowly, increasing his speed with each passing second.

At first you tried to grab onto Eren’s hips to stop his movements as whoever walked into the toilets hadn’t even left yet and he was already pounding into you.

As soon as the door to the toilets closed shut again, Eren let out a guttural moan that vibrated through his chest. Once you knew it was safe to do so, you didn’t hold back your noises.

This time around, Eren’s thrusts were even more erratic causing the door to bang consistently and the sound to echo throughout the room.

It didn’t take long for you to near your climax and as soon as Eren felt you were close, his finger returned to your clit and continued stroking it until your body seized, gripping his hair so tightly with one hand you wouldn’t be surprised if you pulled out some of his hair while the other clung to him, pulling him as close as you could.

Eren followed soon after you, riding out both of your highs and you moaned as you felt Eren spill his warmth in you as his dick continued to pulse with his orgasm.

After a few minutes of catching your breath, Eren slowly pulled out of you and carefully lowered your leg to the ground.

You were unable to gain balance as your legs were shaking too much and clung onto him so you wouldn’t fall.

If you weren’t so fucked out you would’ve sent Eren a glare at his breathy laugh.

“Need me to carry you to the car?” He asked smugly and you smacked your first weakly against his chest as he laughed again.

“That’s what you get for teasing me all fucking day, baby.”

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Poolside: Steve Rogers' Birthday Challenge

Here's my submission for my first bingo square on @the-ce-horniest-book-club challenge! Master list here.

Summary: You and Steve get to spend his birthday as a wet summer 😜.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Y/N

Rating: 18+ only! 🍆

Word count: < 600

Prompts: I can do this all day

You wave your hand attempting to cool down during this insane heat wave. Your hair was sticky and you held it up with one hand. Steve came around the corner and gave your shoulder a kiss. It's cold and refreshing, sending chills down your body.

You yelp in surprise, "Babe!"

He smiled and stuck his tongue out to show an ice cube he's been sucking on.

"Ooh, I need that all over."

"Is that right?" He replied and brought you in a hug.

"Ugh, it's too hot, Steve," you lament. "You know I'm always up for some fun, but I can't even think straight, let alone try to enjoy myself. Plus I gotta make your cake and that's going to heat up the whole house."

He pouted and raked his hands through his product free hair. You've enjoyed his time off from the team right now, especially it being his birthday. While you appreciated the Avengers, they didn't exactly know boundaries and would impose themselves by stopping by your place or take Steve off hours on end doing who knows what.

But not this July 4th. This one Steve promised it would be just the two of you. He leaned in for a kiss and you placed your hands beneath his shirt, just to watch him break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of your warm hands on his skin.

He kissed your forehead, "You can skip the cake…" he said as he arched his brow and started to unbutton your shorts. "I think I have another dessert in mind."

You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, "You really know how to get what you want, don't you?"

His fingers delved to the apex of your thighs and you hitched a breath. It was unbelievably hot, but you closed your eyes as he worked his magic.

"Steve…" you moaned. "It's so hot…"

He removed his hand and pointed to the backyard, "I have an idea."

You turn to see him pointing to the pool, "Really? Feeling adventurous are we, Captain?"

"What? It's my birthday after all. And it's a way for us to cool off, while we get hot…"

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"Steve!" You moaned as rammed himself in and out of you, holding onto the poolside. He stretched your walls and as you screamed his name again in a rush of euphoric state.

"I can do this all day," he grinned and hooked your high over his broad shoulder, allowing a deeper entrance. This was unlike him. He usually was a sweet, traditional missionary type of man. But you were all for it.

You saw stars as he continued his rhythm. The coolness of the pool's water gave you the refreshment you needed, while his hard member satisfied that craving you had between your thighs. He placed a hard kiss on your lips as you hit your climax.

"Steve….yes! Don't stop!"

"Didn't intend to, sweetheart," he breathed in heavily as you scraped his muscular back with your nails.

Another kiss followed by more that trailed down your jaw and neck. You both were so occupied with each other that you didn't notice Bucky, Sam, Tony, and the rest of the Avengers entering the house and to the pool.

Steve shouted as you both came, you melted into him and held him while the pool water sloshed in and out. Steve opened his eyes and then slowly noticed his friends approaching.

"Um…" Sam said awkwardly. "Happy Birthday?"

Your head whipped around in shock as Steve turned beet red.

"Looks like the party already started," Tony laughed and peeled his sunglasses off.

"Hey, get out of here yous! It's my birthday!" Steve shouted as you laughed.

"Happy Birthday, indeed," Bucky grinned.

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