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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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IV; BLUE BAYOU SERIES

Oh that boy of mine, by my side. The silver moon and the evening tide.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TFAWS!Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary: Sam and y/n build furniture and decorate his home now that y/n has moved in.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; oral (male receiving), face-fucking, Daddy kink, spanking, LOTS of dirty talk, basically plot at the beggining section and PORN at the end.

Word Count: 4553

Author’s Notes: This just proves that 1) Sam and Bucky are the bestest of friends, 2) Bucky has got someone on the brain, and 3) I am a whore for Daddy Sam.

Two weeks after their bedroom escapade y/n tugs nervously on the end of her cream-colored cardigan, biting her lip. She’s finally finished getting ready in Sam’s bedroom, having tried on multiple outfits for him to choose between before settling on the pale blue floral print fit and flare dress, cream cardigan, and white strappy wedges. Her curls lay tousled down her back, her face fresh with a light coating of mascara and her favorite coconut flavored Chapstick upon her lips.

Today was very important, well, at least SHE felt it was important. Sam and y/n were going out to lunch to meet Bucky, his best friend and work partner. She’d heard plenty of stories about the ‘white wolf’ as Sam teasingly referred to him, had been briefed on his vibranium arm and to not be worried if he looks like he’s constantly pissed off, it was just his RESTING face.

“You look beautiful.” Sam came up behind her as y/n put her gold hoops in her ears, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the exposed skin at her collarbone. “If Bucky wasn’t such a stickler on meeting at noon, I’d strip you down…do those things with my tongue that drive you WILD…” A moan slips from y/n’s lips, turning around in his grip to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Well maybe if I don’t embarrass myself in front of Bucky, we can do all of that when we get back.” She plants a quick kiss to his lips, moving over to the bed to grab her crossbody brown purse.

“You’re not going to EMBARRASS yourself. Bucky is cool, and he’ll love you.” Well, he was cool NOW. Ever since their mission in New York and the cookout back in Louisiana that Sam invited Bucky to things had been MUCH better. Sam moved to the dresser to grab his wallet and his keys, stepping back over to grab y/n’s hand with his free one.

“I mean it, don’t worry. Besides, I didn’t even particularly LIKE Bucky until a few months ago, you’ve got no need to feel any pressure to impress him.” He plants one more kiss to her lips, tugging her towards the front door to get into his truck.

When they arrived at their favorite diner Bucky was already inside, sitting down at their usual booth in the back corner. He had tossed aside his leather jacket next to him, his eyes scanning over the menu as if he didn’t already know what to order.

The door to the diner chimed as they walked through, Bucky turning around with a smile when he noticed Sam. “You’re a minute LATE.” He announced, holding up his phone to show him the time. Technology was sweet now that he had it at his fingertips. Sam rolled his eyes, walking forward and embracing Bucky in a hug, patting his back as he did so.

“A minute is NOTHING, but I guess I should know better than to keep an old man waiting.” The two laughed together, letting go of the embrace before Sam motions for y/n to move next to him. “Bucky, this is my girlfriend, y/n. Y/N this is Bucky.”

Y/N watches as Bucky sticks out his hand for her to shake, the non-vibranium hand that is. She takes it in her small one, giving it a good motion up and down. “It’s nice to meet you, Sam has told me so much about you.” She chirps, finally taking in his features. His eyes were a DAZZLING blue, his smile wide, and his brows thick. He wore a grey t-shirt that looked a little too tight, showing off his muscular frame through the thin fabric. His vibranium arm, the one that Sam mentioned, was completely exposed but seemed to fit in with the rest of his appearance.

“Likewise, sometimes I have to tell Sam to shut the HELL up so we can actually get some work done.” He teased, letting go of her hand.

Bucky motions for them to sit, sliding back into his side of the booth with Sam and y/n sliding in across from him. As soon as they did a PERKY blonde waitress walked over, flashing a bright smile at all of them before settling her gaze on Bucky. It was clear she thought he was attractive, keeping her eyes on him as she pulled out her pad of paper.

“Hello, my name is MARISSA.” She gushed, tilting forward ever so slightly to expose her chest to Bucky. He paid no attention though, his eyes typing away at his phone.

“Black coffee, short stack of pancakes, side of bacon please.” He slid his menu towards her direction and she quickly jotted it down, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Bucky kept his eyes still on his phone.

“R-right, okay and uh, and what can I get ya’ll?” She finally looks at them and y/n can see a twinge of embarrassment on her face for having been ignored by the chiseled man.

“I’ll have the breakfast burrito with an extra side of sausage and a coffee with vanilla creamer please.” Sam responds, plopping his menu on top of Bucky’s. Y/N scans the menu once more, turning her attention to the waitress. “I’ll have the Belgian waffle with strawberries please, and a glass of water.”

Marissa finishes jotting down their order, grabbing the menus and then looking once more at Bucky, a slight frown on her face, before walking away. Bucky finishes up whatever he was doing on his phone, setting it upside down on the table and moving his attention back to the pair in front of him.

“So, y/n, I heard you moved from Colorado. How are you liking it here during the summer heat?” Y/n tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, placing her hands in her lap. “It’s been great so far, it’s an interesting little town. PLUS, I have this guy by my side.” She playfully nudges Sam, eliciting a laugh from his lips.

He moves his hand to hers, gripping it under the table. “Sam says you two have a lot of fun together on your missions, do you have a uniform like him?” Bucky laughs, making his nose scrunch up on his face. “No, that’s BIRD-BRAIN’S thing.” He teases. “I’m what they call a super soldier, that makes me SO much cooler than Sam.” Another joke. Y/N seems to think this is a good sign. “But yeah, we do have a lot of fun on our missions. Some are harder than others of course, but we haven’t died so far.”

Marissa comes back with the men’s coffee and y/n’s water, eyes flickering towards Bucky again. He finally acknowledges her presence, eyes finding her nametag against her shirt. “Thank you, Marissa.” He affirmed. She walked away, giddy that Bucky said her name, as both men take a sip from their mugs.

“Well, whatever you do I’m sure it’s very important. Sam sounds lucky to have you.” She quipped. They seemed like a natural pair, their personalities seemed to mesh, ESPECIALLY their sarcasm.

“Y/N is pretty impressive too; she’s got her PhD in sociology and teaches at Northwood.” Sam adds, a proud smile on his face. Being with her made him look BETTER and FEEL better, and he loved being able to show her and all her accomplishments off. A deep blush creeps over her cheeks at his words, squeezing his hand under the table.

“Well that IS impressive, congratulations. Sociology seems like an interesting topic to teach. Are you a harsh professor?” Bucky questioned, raising a thick eyebrow in her direction. Y/N shakes her head, she DEFINITELY wasn’t a stickler like some of her colleagues.

“No, not harsh at all. I believe it’s important to get students PASSIONATE about what they learn in order bring awareness and CHANGE. I teach three different courses: Social Inequality, Racism and Inequality, and Toolkit for Activism and Advocacy. We have our required midterm and final, but most of the time is filled with lectures, documentaries, and discussions on the topics we cover.” Her eyes light up with passion as she talks, and it makes Sam’s heart flutter. Even Bucky seems to be enthralled listening to her.

“Well, if I were a student, I’d take one of your classes for SURE.” Their conversation is interrupted briefly by Marissa dropping off their plates, trying to get Bucky to notice her again but with no success. They start to chow down on their food, the sounds of forks and knives moving, and mugs being picked up and put down being the only sounds at their table. Eventually as their stomachs start to fill the silence ends, talking about some of Sam and Bucky’s favorite missions, what y/n’s favorite books were, and even their shared connection to the armed forces.

They finally finish devouring their brunch and Bucky sits back against his booth, arms spreading out over the back of it. Marissa finally drops off their checks, trying ONE last time to get Bucky’s attention but he’s distracted in conversation with Sam about their next meeting with Torres. Sam INSISTS on paying for y/n’s meal along with his own, and y/n decides not to protest this time. She’d get the next one.

Bucky pulls a wad of bills from his wallet, setting down enough to pay for the food and a tip before he stands up, pulling his leather jacket on over his tight grey shirt. They all thank Marissa on their way passed her to move out the door, the familiar chime going off as they step outside into the bright sunshine. Sam turns to face Bucky once more to give him a final hug.

“I’ll see you next week, noon on the DOT.” Bucky mumbles, and Sam can’t help but laugh, stepping back so that y/n can say her goodbye to him as well. Before y/n can decide whether it would be awkward to shake hands again or just nod in his direction, Bucky pulls her into his side for a hug, using his vibranium arm.

“It was great to meet you, y/n. I hope that Sam doesn’t keep you to himself forever, I’d love for us all to go out to a bar or something next time.” Bucky lets go of her side and y/n takes a step back, grabbing Sam’s hand in hers. “It was GREAT to meet you too. And sounds good, first rounds on me when we do.” She agreed.

Bucky turns with a quick wave of his hand, the couple turning in the opposite direction to head to Sam’s truck. The walk is short, and Sam moves instinctively to open y/n’s door before hopping in the driver’s side and starting it up.

“Well that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked, his hand settling to grip her thigh as he drove.

“No, not at all. He seems like an awesome guy. I’m sure it’s nice to work with someone you’re close with.” Her eyes turn to look up at him, head resting back on her seat. God, she’s so smitten with him and it’s only been two weeks. He checked every box, even checking boxes she didn’t even know NEEDED to be checked.

He squeezes her thigh, teasing her slightly. He cannot WAIT to get home and tear off that short little dress of hers. “Yeah it is nice, although, did you notice how HARD that waitress was trying to get his attention? I mean, usually Bucky is all sorts of flirty but today there was nothing.”

They both laughed, y/n moving her hand to turn the volume up on Sam’s Marvin Gaye CD. She had taken quite a liking to his taste in music since they started seeing each other.

“It was SUPER obvious. I wonder why he didn’t flirt back.”

The past two weeks were a blur, Sam having gone on another mission and y/n finishing up with midterms for her summer classes. In their spare time, y/n INSISTED that Sam needed to make his place more of a HOME.

When Sam decided to move back to Louisiana, he had managed to buy a small two-bedroom, two-bathroom house a few miles down the road from Sarah’s place. After years in the service and moving back to civilian life, Sam still struggled with really making his place feel like home. Now that y/n was spending the night more often, enjoying the quiet that his house brought over the loud family that lived above her apartment, they felt it was time to UPGRADE.

Last week had been spent picking between paint swatches and painting the different rooms in Sam’s house, stopping frequently for some HOT sex on the hardwood floor. Sam had his bedroom furniture but was still missing living room furniture, kitchen furniture, and décor to tie it all together. At least, that’s how y/n put it.

They had just finished up their shopping adventure at IKEA, Home Goods, and Target, truck bed loaded with STUFF. Probably more stuff than they needed but y/n would make sure to return what they didn’t want.

“You know I’ll have to put together that kitchen table, chairs, AND the coffee table when we get back right? And the couch from Home Goods won’t even be delivered until Sunday.” Y/N smiles, rolling down the window and sticking her hand out, feeling the hot sun and the cool breeze on her skin.

“That’s fine, you can put that all together while I decorate everything.” She was excited, Sam was totally fine with letting her have control of the colors and patterns, really EVERYTHING.

Within a few minutes they had pulled up to the front of the house, Sam opening the bed of the truck so he can start grabbing the items. Y/N grabs a few of the bags, Sam shaking his head at her. “I told you, you don’t need to carry anything in, I got this.” Her brows furrow, setting the bags in her hands down in the empty space of the living room and following Sam back out the door for another load. “I’m COMPLETELY capable of carrying some of these. Besides, I have to catch up to YOUR physicality still.”

Sam laughs, tugging her against his waist and kissing her passionately. “You don’t need to catch up, your body is already HEAVENLY as it is.” He should have used the word SINFUL instead, the things she did to him. He shakes his head to get the thought out of his mind, grabbing the box with the parts to the table and carrying it over his shoulder.

Once they finished unloading the truck Sam got to work putting together the coffee table while y/n emptied the items from the bags, sorting them on the floor for the areas they would go in. She took the different canvas pictures they had picked, holding them against the wall of the living room to decide where she wanted to hang them. Once deciding on the perfect spots, y/n grabbed the step stool, nails, and hammer and got to work. The canvas pictures they chose for the living room were an ombre style of blues that would pop well against the cream-colored wall.

After they were hung, she stood back, closing one eye and then the next to check on their levels. “What do you think?” She asked, turning to Sam for approval. He had made quick work of the coffee table, screwing in the last few spots and jiggling it to check its sturdiness. “The table’s done.” Sam stood up and eyed the paintings, nodding his head. “Those look PERFECT there. I’m going to move on to the kitchen table and chairs while you work in here.” He placed a quick kiss to her cheek before moving into the space of the kitchen, opening the box and laying out all his parts.

With the coffee table done, y/n moved all the items purchased to the far side of the room, giving her plenty of space to roll out the new navy colored rug for the area. She made sure it was flattened properly before dragging over the coffee table, carefully setting it on top. Once she’s finished, she fans the coasters they had purchased on the table before moving to look through the other décor pieces they’d chosen.

Y/N was having so much fun letting her creativity out. It wasn’t long before she was moving all over the rooms, placing a framed picture of his nephews here and another framed picture of him and y/n there. It was all coming together, throw pillows added to the bed with a few others set aside for when the couch would arrive, more picture frames with photos Sam had chosen of family and friends scattered throughout the house. New rugs, shower curtains, and towels in both bathrooms.

While Sam finished up the last chair for the dining set y/n put together a floor lamp for the living room, moving the other side lamp to the bedroom before walking around each space and making sure everything was in its proper place. There were a few items she had chosen for the space that didn’t quite work once she finished including another colorful canvas, a fake potted plant, and some extra throw pillows that she didn’t end up liking for the bedroom. Those were put away in a bag by the door waiting to be returned.

“Babe, what do you think?” She turns her head in Sam’s direction, calling for him to look at what she’s done while he busy was putting the furniture together. Sam brushes off his hands, standing up and walking from room to room inspecting her work. He had to admit, the place looked MUCH better. The best touch was all the framed photos y/n had printed and scattered throughout the house. With the changes she had made it really DID feel like a home.

Sam moved last into the living room where y/n stood, taking in the rest of the décor. “I…” He cleared his throat, hand nervously scratching at the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt this before, this PERMANANCE. The house was the first step, the roots that were grounding him here, and now everything seemed right. Even his old place that he’d been in when Steve and Natasha first visited him hadn’t made him feel like this, feel this HAPPY to be in his space.

“I love it, I can’t thank you enough for all of this.” She can tell he’s holding back tears as he speaks and she shushes him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

“Hey, it’s OKAY. I’m just happy you like it. I know how hard it is to make a place feel like home.” Growing up after her dad passed NOTHING really felt like home. Colorado was the closest she came to that, but it still wasn’t the same feelings she had when she was little and her father was still alive.

Sam wrapped his arms around her waist, bending his head down to nuzzle against her neck. “Of course I like it, I love everything you do. I love…” He trails off, moving his head back up to meet her gaze.

“Baby I…I LOVE you. And I don’t want to be afraid to say it. I want you to know that and I want you to know that this is your space too.” Y/N’s cheeks hurt from how big she was smiling at his words. “I love you TOO. So much Sam.”

He clears his throat, a hand coming up to rest on her cheek. “Which is why I was hoping that maybe you would be interested in getting out of your lease a bit early to…move in with me?” He doesn’t know what the point would be of setting up the house to be a HOME without her in it. He wanted it to be their home, together.

“I-Of course I want to move in. I mean, yes, I will.” She laughs, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands move under her ass, scooping her up in his arms. He was so HAPPY, their lips dancing along each other’s as they continued to kiss, his teeth jutting out to bite down on her bottom lip, eliciting a moan from her.

“How about we make sure that kitchen table is STURDY?” He asks, moving his lips to pepper kisses down her neck. He walks towards the table, y/n still in his arms, setting her ass down on the top he had just built. The table stays still under here weight, her fingers moving down to the hem of his shirt to pull it off. She trails her nails down his chest, marking the skin gently and watching as the marks faded.

“Baby, you always do so much for me, want to make you feel GOOD.” She scoots back against the table, looking at him with lustful eyes. “Strip for me please.” Sam does as he’s told, tugging down his jeans and boxers and kicking them across the floor.

“You always make me feel good.” He responds, licking his lips. He watches her as she slips out of her tiny jean shorts and panties, tugging her coral tank top over her head. She slowly unhooks her bra, tossing it aside, leaving her naked on the table, THEIR table.

“I know, but I want to thank you for how well you treat me, want to show you how much I LOVE you.” It felt good to say it, as she had been wanting to since meeting Bucky two weeks ago. His eyes rake over her body as she moves her back flat against the table, her head moving to hang off the side towards. “Want you to use me, Daddy.” She purred, her voice dripping with desire saying the nickname he LOVED in bed. “Please come fuck my face Daddy.”

Sam groans, his cock twitching and erect against his chest. She was splayed out on the table, head back and ready for him to FUCK. He moves closer to her, stroking his cock until it was inches from her face. “Open your mouth baby.” She does as she’s told opening wide as she feels his cock sliding in inch by inch. Her head is throbbing a bit from hanging upside down, but she didn’t CARE. His sliding inward stops when he hears her gag around him, moving out so just the tip rested on her lips.

“Shh, baby, relax your throat, let Daddy all the way in.” Y/N takes a deep breath, opening her mouth wider for him to push inside, enveloping him with her lips. SLOWLY, continuing to breathe, she feels him bottom out at the back of her throat, a groan of approval leaving his mouth.

He picks up a slow rhythm at first, pulling back so just the tip is in her mouth before shoving his cock all the way in the back of her throat, watching how he looked all the way down her throat. “Fuck baby, that mouth is PHENOMENAL.” Sam picks up his pace again, his balls slapping on her nose as her saliva drips out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“Put your hands on your pussy baby, want you to play with yourself while I USE you.” She moans around his cock, her hand moving down to her core, rubbing her fingers against that perfect bundle of nerves. Sam watches her, slowing his motions slightly. “Fuck yourself on your fingers baby, want you to warm yourself up for Daddy’s cock.”

Her fingers move between her lips, pushing inside the wetness. She adjusts to them before pumping them in and out, continuing to lap at Sam’s cock that is now hanging above her mouth. Sam watches for a few moments, loving the way she’s splayed out for him on their new kitchen table.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, I can hear how wet you are while you’re fucking yourself.” He moves his cock straight down her throat one last time, causing her to cough before he pulls completely out and steps back. “Get up and turn AROUND, put your ass in the air on the edge of the table.”

Y/N rolls her body over, saliva dripping down her face and neck as she did. She turns around, backing up until her ass is high in the air, feet hanging just slightly over the edge. “Yes Daddy.”

Sam moves forward, gripping her ass in his hand before giving the tanned skin a spank, y/n letting out a small whine at the pain. “Look at that pussy, so wet. Do you want my COCK inside you baby?” He teases his cock against her folds, a shiver of pleasure running down her spine.

“Fuck, yes Daddy please, want you to fill me FULL of your cock.” Sam smirks, one hand resting on her back, the other guiding his cock inside of her until he bottoms out. A groan escapes his lips, pulling his cock out of her pussy before slamming back into her again.

He continues to fuck her, a slew of cuss words and thank you leaving her slips. Sam moves one hand up her back, fingers gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back and her face up off the table. “Oh my god.” She cries out, eyes rolling back into her head. He’s pushing in and pulling out of her core, tugging her head back with each thrust.

“That’s it baby, you look so PRETTY on my cock, god I love you so much.” She whines again and he pulls her hair harder with another TUG. “Fucking you stupid huh? Are you becoming stupid on my cock, can’t even speak?” He pulls her head back, lips inches from her ear. “You’re Daddy’s dumb baby, aren’t you?” That familiar feeling inside her chest is building up, her breathing ragged. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb baby, please let me cum. PLEASE.”

He lets go of her hair, letting her body fall back onto the table. “Yes, baby cum for me. Show Daddy HOW much you love him.” Within seconds her orgasm is ripping through her body, walls clenching tight onto his cock and she comes undone. “Yes, thank you Daddy!” He fucks her until her body calms down from her orgasm, pulling out and spanking her ass once more.

“Get down on your knees for me baby, want to cum inside that pretty MOUTH.” Y/N moves down off of the table, getting onto her knees in front of him and opening her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue. Sam moves right above her, stroking himself until he comes, coating her mouth and tongue with his stickiness. “Fuck, you can swallow baby.” She shuts her mouth, swallowing down the salty cum before he pulls on her chin, instructing her to get up.

When she does Sam immediately wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. “You’re SO sexy. I love YOU.” He proclaims, fingers running through her hair. She curls into him, letting out a breathy laugh. “I love you too.” She looks back at the table then back up at him with a smile on her face.

“Guess the table’s sturdy enough.”

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babbushka · 5 years

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Tease

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word count: ~4.6k

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol, NSFW content, language

Based off these submissions:

Flip seeing you in your brand new outfit and trying his best not to go wild in public and he immediately starts trying to get your clothes off as soon as you both come home

My thot is getting tipsy and giggly with Flip one night which turns in to having sex but you're both still laughing as you stumble around trying to get out of your clothes.

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You had barely stepped through the door one evening when the home phone rang.

Quickly putting down your shopping bags – of which there were probably too many – you hurried over to the wall where the phone was hung up, and answered it.

“(Y/N) speaking, how can I help you?” You said politely, wondering who could be calling at such an hour.

You had just been dropped off by Patrice in her new Volkswagen after the two of you met some mutual friends downtown. You knew none of your friends had made it home yet, so you were only slightly suspicious.

“Baby it’s me! Come to the station,” Your husband said with a smile in his voice, “The gang wants to go out when we’re all off duty. I’m taking you dancing.”

Dancing! You loved to go dancing, it made you feel ten times more energetic. Plus it was the perfect occasion to wear the new outfit you had just picked up.

Well, one of the new outfits, anyway.

“When?” You asked, already getting excited.

“How soon can you get here?” Flip asked in return, and you glanced at the clock.

“Give me thirty minutes!” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it.

“I love you.” You could hear the smile in his own voice, and it only made you smile bigger.

“Love you more.” You blew kisses into the phone before hanging up, grabbing your shopping bags and racing upstairs.

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You and Flip didn’t go out dancing often. First of all, it was hard to find a club where your whole group could go and have fun without anyone recognizing the men. That had been a whole discussion in and of itself one day.

“But where would we even go?” You had asked one day, sitting on Flip’s lap in the breakroom and kissing his cheek, kissing those dimples of his as he laughed at Ron’s suggestion of visiting a discotheque.

“What do you mean?” Ron had asked, offended that the group didn’t immediately agree.

You, Flip, Ron, Patrice, Jimmy, Harry and Bridges had all grown very close since the big case. Close enough that you all enjoyed spending time together outside of the office, which was a rarity among work friends, you were coming to find.

Some weekends you all drove to the lake, other weekends you went bowling. Whenever there was a baseball game you’d all get good tickets because Jimmy knew a guy who knew a guy that worked there.

But the disco was never something you all did as a group, because:

“Well, we’re cops, for one thing.” Flip offered with a deadpan stare, as if that were the most obvious reason to not go – since it was.

“Yeah, well you’re not the kind of cops who are going to fuck up a good time.” Ron tried, only to have Flip shake his head.

“That doesn’t matter and you know it.” He replied, “And frankly I don’t blame anyone for not wanting us around, with all the bullshit going on lately.”

“It’s not like we can go to the Red Lantern, I don’t want to intrude on their space.” Harry chimed in, fully aware of what sort of ‘bullshit’ Flip was referring to.

“Well we can’t go to a club full of white people, you know how that would go down.” Patrice sighed, and for a minute, everyone seemed stumped.

Until…

“Hey Harry? What about that club you and Bridges go to?” You asked, figuring if anyplace would be the least unsafe, that would be the one.

“Club Indigo? Sure, why the hell not?” Harry shrugged with a smile.

“Are you sure?” Bridges asked, his voice just as deep and gravely as ever.

“Why the hell not? We’re gay, they’re black, and the Zimmermans are Jewish. The way I see it, we’re all hated in the eyes of the wasps.” Harry replied, smiling up at his partner who finally softened enough to sigh and nod.

“Well, we do have the best music.” Bridges conceded, making everyone laugh.

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Even after the where was settled, it became a question of when. Everyone worked such late shifts that often by the time people got off work, they’d be too exhausted to move a muscle, let alone to the beat of loud music and with drinks in their system.

So it seemed as though the stars aligned tonight, you thought, as you parked your car in the station lot and made your way to the front lobby.

You preened under the immediate attention you were given as your platform heels clicked on the polished tile floors.

“Ohh shit! Hey Zimmerman! Your bird of paradise is here.” Jimmy whistled at you, making you laugh and blush, spinning around to give him a show of your outfit. “You look amazing, (Y/N).”

He leaned in to give you a friendly kiss on the cheek, and you playfully waved him off.

“Thanks Jimmy.” You grinned, still giggling.

It was only moments later before your lumberjack of a husband rounded the corner with a frown on his face, probably lured by the sound of your voice.

“What the hell are you talking ab – ” Flip said, before he took a look at you and cut himself off.

You were sporting your brand new two-piece set, a skin tight halter top with a plunging neckline, and a matching skirt that was so tight and so short that if you spread your legs too wide, you’d probably tear the fabric. Every square inch of both pieces were covered in sequins that shone white or gold depending on the light, and your legs were on display, accentuated with the matching white platforms that Patrice had convinced you to buy not an hour earlier.

You had done up your hair perfectly, slapped on some glitter and too much rouge, and put on your biggest hoop earrings to complete the look – and you felt so good.

“Hi honey.” You grinned, biting your lip to keep from smiling too wide.

Flip was very rarely speechless, so you considered it an absolute win every time you got him to just shut up and blush at you for a few moments.

He reached a hand out and almost went for one of your tits, but instead diverted his touch to run through the sequins on your stomach, before slipping down to your bare midriff; because of course the halter top was cropped.

“Is this new?” Flip asked finally, swallowing hard.

You knew right then and there that you were going to get fucked hard tonight, if he didn’t grab you and have his way with you in the supply closet right now.

“Do you like it?” You asked back with a nod, batting your eyelashes and wetting your lips.

“Oh I think he likes it.” Jimmy snorted, making Flip roll his eyes.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snapped, before sliding his hands around your waist and pulling your hips flush to his, right there in the lobby. “Yeah ketsl, I like it a lot. I love this color on you.”

“You say that about every color I wear.” You laughed, shimmying out of his hold.

“That’s because it’s true.” He said simply.

“You said we were going out dancing, I thought I’d wear something bright so you’d see me if I get lost in the crowd.” You tried explaining, but Flip only chuckled and shook his head.

“Funny that you think I’m going to let you out of my sight.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek, right where you had put your blush.

“Are you two lovebirds done?” Harry asked, passing the lobby on his way to Bridge’s office to drop off some paperwork before all their shifts were over.

“They’re never done, Sergeant.” Jimmy shook his head with a dramatic sigh, making you laugh again.

“We’ll behave, won’t we Flip?” You asked teasingly, bumping your hip against your husband’s.

“Uh, yeah.” Flip replied, not sounding the least bit convinced.

Perfect, you thought.

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Once the clock hit ten p.m., it was like magic, the way everyone changed out of their uniforms and work clothes, into something a little more fun. You of course only had eyes for Flip, who only went so far as to swap out his flannel for a button down. He left the top few buttons open to give himself a more stylish v-neck, but your man was certainly not as flashy as Ron or Jimmy were when they got on the dance floor. Case in point, the jeans and his brown cowboy boots remained, much to your amusement.

Everyone decided to carpool in two groups so that it would make it easier to find parking, as Club Indigo was known for being one of the biggest and most popular gay clubs in town.

In fact, by the time you all got there, there was a line wrapped all the way around the building, with bouncers guarding the doors.

Luckily, Harry and Bridges knew the owner of the club, so you all got to skip the line and go straight inside.

It was loud, everyone talking over one another, shouting at each other to be heard over the blaring music. They were playing the new Donna Summer’s song, and you already felt the music start to shake your bones, make your feet tap, your hips bounce, shoulders shimmy along to the beat.

The whole group made their way to the bar first, and began throwing back shots and shots to get into the groove of it all.

“Dance with me?” You shouted to Flip, lights pulsing and thumping along to the music, making your husband look red then green then purple then blue, on and on and on.

“You know I’m no good.” Flip shook his head, already chugging the last of his drink and placing the empty bottle on the bar-top.

“Bullshit, you’re great, come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor.

“Fine but if I step on your toes you can’t get mad at me.” He laughed, following you into the fray.

You loved to dance, loved disco. The beat was just so good! And the way Donna sang had you feeling like you were on top of the world. You and Flip stayed close to each other, practically grinding and rubbing your bodies on one another.

He had your back pressed to his chest, his hands wandering all over your front as you bounced and danced and moved and grooved against him.

Flip was a great dancer, you never knew why he always said he wasn’t. He was big and tall and knew how to make a space for himself, knew how to move those strong limbs of his. He never once stepped on your foot, but he did spin you around and around, pick you up and twirl you over his shoulder.

Someone passed by with a little plastic container of coke and they offered it to you, but you both declined. You had enough of a buzz from the adrenaline as it was, and you knew Flip would have to drive you back to the house – and hopefully show you a good time once you were home, neither of you wanted to be out of commission for a good fucking in a couple hours once the crash hit.

And then the club started playing the new Trammps song!

You squealed and made Flip laugh from the excitement, everyone getting out of the way as the dance floor cleared a big spot for select couples who were brave enough to show off their moves.

“God you look so good, where the hell did you get this?” Flip asked, taking the opportunity to grope you as you both watched two women dance in the middle of the floor.

“I went out shopping with Patrice and some of our friends earlier this afternoon. I hoped you’d like it.” You said back, shouting in his hear.

“You’re terrible to me, showing up looking so fuckin’ pretty. How’s a man supposed to concentrate, ketsl?” He spun you around, kissed you hard right on the mouth, the both of you still laughing and dancing, bumping your noses together, biting at each other’s lips.

“I’m nothing but sweet to you.” You laughed and he shook his head.

Flip looked around, saw that everyone else was distracted by the women dancing in the center of the floor, and pulled you to a dark corner of the club.

You weren’t alone there, all sorts of other couples, gay and straight, were taking advantage of the dark and relative obscurity.

Flip slid his hand under your halter top, squeezed your tits and flicked his thumbs over your nipples as he licked into your mouth, pinching them as he sucked on your tongue. You moaned into his mouth, dizzy and feeling like fireworks were exploding through you just from all the noise and lights and feelings.

He abandoned one of your nipples to wind the hand under your skirt – to find you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“Fuck baby all I want to do is get you on your back.” He groaned, pressing you flat against the wall and sliding a few fingers into your pussy.

You moaned loud, the sound swallowed by his mouth and the booming bass that shook the whole club. He fingered you until you were good and wet, until you could feel the slip and slide of it on your inner thighs.

“I said we’d behave.” You panted, still so out of breath from dancing and kissing and everything else. “You can have me as soon as we get home.”

“Promise?” He asked, eyes dark with lust.

“Promise.” You nodded, wanting to stop him before he made you come, in which case you’d be begging to get fucked right then and there. “We should go rejoin the party.”

“No, they can wait I just want to kiss you a while.” Flip shook his head, wiping his hand off on his jeans, and kissed you over and over again.

You felt so in love in that moment, so completely in love. It felt like your first few dates all those years ago, that giddiness in your stomach that had you bubbling with laughter and smiles, starry-eyed. Flip was even more handsome now, so handsome with his big nose and beauty spots and crooked teeth. His big hands caressed you, tapped your ass to the beat of the song, made out with you like you were both back at the drive-in, not paying one bit of attention to the movie.

He kissed you until the song ended, and then kissed you some more when the new one, the new Tavares song started playing.

Patrice popped out of no where seemingly, and tapped Flip on the shoulder.

“Can I steal (Y/N) for a minute? This is our jam!” She asked with a big grin, and she was right, you were both obsessed with this song!

“Go have fun.” Flip said with a smile, letting you go, only to grab you for one last kiss, before letting you go for real.

You and Patrice disappeared into the crowd, and Flip righted his clothes and his hair, made his way back to the bar.

From his spot, he could see you and Patrice laughing and dancing, spinning around and jumping up and down, shaking your bodies to the beat.

Ron sidled up next to Flip, and the two bumped fists in greeting, big smiles on their faces.

“I love that they’re best friends.” Ron sighed happily, clearly thrilled that not only was the disco a fun evening, but also that both of their women got along so well, genuinely loved one another.

“They could tear down the whole city if they wanted to.” Flip nodded, knowing that when firepower like that got together, there wasn’t anything they couldn’t do.

“Damn right they could!” Ron agreed, before turning back to the bartender, “Another round for me and my friend please?”

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Flip watched you dance like you were in slow motion, your hair moving and the lights reflecting off your sequined outfit. Heaven really was missing an angel, Flip thought with a smile. God it was like you were the perfect woman, and you were, weren’t you? Smart and funny and practical and sensible, but wild and fun and so full of light and laughter.

He swore you were the only person in the whole club, the whole person in the whole planet for him.

“Hey, we’re about getting ready to close up, mind paying your tab?” The young bartender asked him, not unkindly.

“Sure thing,” Flip said, fishing out his wallet and handing the bartender cash to cover his and your drinks as well as a generous tip.

The bartender gave him a smile and a friendly goodnight wave, and Flip danced his way across the floor to join you and Patrice, who had also been joined by Jimmy, Ron, Harry and Bridges.

“We have to go soon.” Flip shouted to his friends, who all nodded, but paid him no real attention.

“How come?” You asked, completely covered in sweat and glitter and looking like a million bucks.

“The place is closing soon,” Flip said loud enough so that his friends could hear, before lowering his voice and murmuring in your ear, “and I have to fuck you or else I think I might explode.”

“Okay.” You nodded, “Let’s finish this song and then we’ll leave?” You proposed, to which the group all nodded.

The ride back was filled with excited chatter about the evening’s events, everyone talking over one another, still slightly drunk or buzzed or both. Thankfully, Harry was driving and he was sober, and he decided to play taxi and drop everyone off at their houses to avoid any sort of danger on the road.

“Good night!” You and Flip waved to the car once you were both safely dropped on your front door step.

“’Night guys! Thanks for a good time.” They all said back, before Harry pulled the car out of your driveway.

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It was so quiet in your house, strangely quiet after such a long time being in such a loud environment.

But it wouldn’t stay quiet for long, you knew that, as Flip had already picked you up and had thrown you over his shoulder like you were a big sack of potatoes.

“Flip!” You giggled, lightly punched your fists on his back as he tried stepping out of his boots at the foot of the stairs.

Being that he was still drunk, this proved to be very difficult for him, and he began to trip on the heel of his own boot, sending you both nearly crashing down to the ground.

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N) – fuck!” Flip stumbled, making sure to at the very least, get you off his shoulder and onto your own feet.

Once you were on the floor, you had to fight the dizziness from being flipped upside so suddenly. Realizing that Flip had decided to walk towards the couch with one of his boots half-on, you rushed after him.

“Come here, oh my god stop no – you’re going to hit your knee on the table again.” You laughed and laughed, leading him down to the couch and pushing him onto the cushions, where he could not topple over and crash into something else.

You straddled him, and in the effort of getting your thighs around his strong hips, your skirt rode up completely, exposing your ass to the cool night air.

“Oh baby I love you so much,” Flip said in a bad sing-song voice, “I just gotta get my hands on you.”

He ran his hands over your tits and started tugging on the halter top, but you quickly stopped him.

“Hold on hold on, I don’t want it to rip.” You giggled, your hands so small compared to his own.

“What’s so funny?” He grinned up at you, pinching at your sides and tickling you, making you laugh even more.

“You’re just so strong! You could break me in half.” You sighed dreamily, before breaking out into giggles again as you tried kissing him.

“Who says I’m not going to?” He asked, suddenly sobering up.

You thought that was funny in and of itself, that the thought of finally getting to have sex cleared his head. He stood up, and on instinct you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you up the stairs.

“Flip!” You warned, thinking about how he had barely made it ten feet without tripping before.

He made it up easily though, even managed to get you all the way to your bed before dropping you onto the mattress, making it bounce a little, making your tits bounce more.

“I’ve been wanting this all night, ketsl.” He said, hands shaking from excitement as he tried unbuttoning his jeans.

You chuckled and sat up to help him, pulling down his pants and underwear in one big swoop, and working on his shirt buttons. He undid the halter tie around your neck, and practically threw it across the room, your skirt and shoes getting the same treatment.

Flip’s hard cock was already wet, a beautiful flushed red color with pearly drops of pre-cum already at the head.

“Come on, fuck me, I dare you.” You beckoned, shuffling up the bed.

He grabbed your ankle and pulled you down flat against the soft comforters of the bed, and fingered you for a bit just to make sure you were wet and relaxed enough for him.

He wanted to take his time with you, didn’t want to just blow his load and call it a night – no, no he wanted to have you crying for him by the end of it, wanted all your pretty eye makeup to run down your cheeks.

“Your dick really does feel so – oh!” You gasped when he did push in, big thrusts that felt like they were up in your throat.

“Good?” Flip asked, checking to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Always making sure, your husband.

“Yeah, good.” You reassured him, nodding and moaning as he fucked you slowly, “Holy shit.” You moaned, making him laugh.

“Harder?” He asked, knowing how you liked it, knowing that you wanted it rough.

“Fuck – ” You gasped, “Yes, harder, please Flip.”

He grunted in your ear and pulled you down the bed further so he could plant a foot on the floor and fuck into you with better leverage.

His eyes shut tight as he savored the feeling of your hot cunt, pistonned his hips into your pussy, his cock making the most obscene squelching sounds from just how wet you were.

He had one hand gripping your hip, and he let the other climb into your mouth, tried shoving as many fingers as he could down your throat.

You sucked on them as best you could, being punched up the bed and all, sucked on those fingers and laved your tongue over them, getting them so wet, so good and sticky with your spit.

“I wanted to fuck you in the fucking club.” He said through clenched teeth, letting out grunts and moans of his own as you arched your back and wrapped your legs around his hips.

“You were so good,” You replied, shaking your head to get his fingers out of your mouth, “So patient for me.”

His hips hit a little deeper from the praise, and you shifted your pelvis under him to let him get deeper, making you both moan, Flip’s forehead coming down to rest onto yours.

“Ah – oh, Flip!” You cried, starting to feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

“Go on, come, I want to get a couple out of you.” He nodded, taking his sticky wet fingers and rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Fuck!” You gasped in pleasure, as your pussy clenched around him, throwing your head back.

Flip pulled out of you just long enough to roll you over onto your stomach, pull your knees apart and hips up so that he could slide back in easy from the behind.

He draped himself over your back, moaning and groaning in your ear, making you come and come and come on his cock, making your vision go spotty.

He was still chasing his own pleasure, and got his hands under you, laid them flat against your stomach so he could hold you flush to him, as he slammed his dick into you.

“I’m gonna come in you so much you’re gonna feel it.” He panted in your ear, taking one of your hands and putting it to your lower stomach. “You’re gonna feel how fucking full you get.”

“Flip, please, please come in me.” You cried, tears sliding down your nose just from how good everything was, how overwhelmingly good.

“No, not yet, I’m gonna make you come again, right on my cock.” He shook his head.

“Flip please.” You whined, even though you were spreading your knees wider on the mattress.

Flip’s hand moved from your stomach to just hold your pussy. It was dripping, all of your come and slick drooling onto his hand. He could feel where his cock pushed your insides around, could feel it as he fucked you.

He had been having sex with you long enough to know where that special spot was inside you that made you shout real loud, and he went on the hunt for it, grinning with all his teeth like some madman when he finally found it.

“Oh!!” You gasped sharply, moving up onto your elbows just from the jolt of pleasure.

“No no no,” Flip said, pushing you back down between your shoulder blades, “Stay down there, don’t fucking move.”

“Flip, do that again, please! Please?” You looked over your shoulder, completely and thoroughly debauched for him, covered in sweat and glitter and come and Flip had to just stay in you and not move for a minute otherwise he’d come right there.

“Greedy, you’re my greedy whore, aren’t you?” He asked, delicately pulling your hair away you’re your face and neck, leaning over to suck bright marks onto your shoulders and the spot behind your ear, “Parading around in that outfit knowing it’d make me rock hard, aren’t you?”

“It worked, didn’t it?” You took the opportunity to catch your breath, smiling and giggling, the laughter coming back, just from how much you loved him.

“Fuck you’re such a tease.” He smiled back.

Break time was over, and he slowly, ever so slowly, began thrusting his hips again, keeping the rhythm slow and sweet, keeping it steady, hitting that same spot over and over again.

He loved how easy you were for him, how easy you fell apart.

You arched your back for him, managed to hit just the right angle and your knees buckled under you from your second orgasm. Flip quickly grabbed a pillow to shove under your stomach just to support you from collapsing down onto the bed, and fucked you just for a little longer before shoving his cock in as far as it could go, and he came.

It was quiet again, for a little while, just the sound of the insects outside and your heavy breathing.

“Ain’t a t-tease if you’re coming in me.” You said, with the most satisfied smile on your face.

It was all he could do to not make you come a third time, just for that.

Oh well, he thought, there was always the morning.

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