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Thank Your Missus... Again

Mason Mount x OC

Summary: Part 2 of Thank Your Missus

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Note: Any feedback is greatly appreciated as always ❤️

It had been around a month since the evening Woody had arrived at your house in a panic, looking for Mason to help him with an outfit and give him a pep talk for his date. Since then, as far you as you had been informed by your boyfriend, things were going swimmingly between the two.

“Did you ask him what her name is?” You asked your boyfriend one evening as he settled on the sofa beside you, not long having got back from a kick around with his mates at a local public football pitch.

“Oh shit I forgot again!” He groaned, flopping his head into your lap and grabbing your hand to place on the back of his head, silently requesting you played with his hair.

You rolled your eyes, giving his locks a gentle tug, “For fuck sake you had one job! I even text you to remind you.”

He hummed in response, too relaxed as you massaged into his scalp to carry on the conversation. Accepting defeat that you once again were left in the dark, you reached for the blanket on the back of the sofa and covering you both as you settled down for an evening of cuddling on the sofa after a day apart.

Despite the reports of the new relationship going well, the lack of details provided by Mason’s best friend was frustrating the hell out of you since you had found yourself weirdly invested after your involvement before their first date. And in typical male fashion, Mason was not being the most reliable source of information, not understanding why you found it odd he hadn’t interrogated his best friends about his new relationship.

“He’s seeing her again tonight I think,” you heard him mumble, only just catching the words as he was burrowed so close to your body, “left early to shower, said something about going out for dinner.”

“I dont get why you haven’t asked for any details, do you not wanna know more about this girl if she’s potentially dating your best friend?” You nudged him until he tilted his head away from you, muffled voice now clear.

“Na, not really,” he shrugged, “sure we will meet her some day. Probably just wants to keep it on the low until he knows its actually going somewhere.”

“That’s so odd to me,” you whined, “the girls got a play by play on the group chat after every date when we first started seeing each other. They even got a full run down after the first time we had sex.”

“What!?” Mason launched up from his position lounged against you, eyes wide with shock.

“All girls do that,” you giggled, reaching for him to pull him back into the cuddle but he resisted, not yet ready to let the topic go.

“What did you tell them?” His voice a slightly higher pitch than usual.

“Well I don’t remember exactly, it was years ago now,” you rolled your eyes as he continued to stare down at you.

“I was shit at sex then, please tell me they’ve had an updated review since,” he question, a pout now adorned his lips.

“Fucking hell Mase I didn’t give a presentation about your skills in the bedroom,” you groaned, throwing your head back against the sofa, “I would’ve just said it was good and that you have a nice dick, because it was, and you do.”

“Oh,” Mason paused, a blush spreading across his cheeks, “okay..”

He unceremoniously flopped back ontop of you, head dropping into the same place as before as your hands instinctively slipped under his jumper to stroke his back. He moaned, shifting himself impossibly closer until you heard his phone buzzing from the coffee table. You waited for him to move, carrying on your tender touches when he didn’t, ignoring whoever was on the other end of the message. Moments later it vibrated again, and again, and again.

Tired of the noise, and judging by Masons lack of movement, presuming he wasn’t going to bother checking his phone himself, you reached over to the coffee table to grab it, face ID immediately recognising yours and unlocking. Your stomach still doing a small backflip that he had that much trust in you, despite him always giving you complete access to his phone throughout your relationship.

“And?” He questioned, aware you had pulled up his incoming messages, seeing all 4 were from Nathan.

Can I stay at yours tonight?

Theres a party next door and my whole room is vibrating

Bro

“Nath said can he stay over tonight, his neighbour is having a party.”

“That alright with you?” He queried.

“Course,” you shrugged, used to Nathan being a regular guest at your house considering he used to live there with Mason before you moved in.

“No sex with my ‘nice dick’ for you tonight then,” he teased, fingers digging in to your sides to tickle you.

You squirmed, batting his hands away, “like thats ever stopped you.”

Mason shrugged in response, unable to argue the fact. You replied to Nathans message, letting him know he was more than welcome before dropping his phone back to the coffee table and resuming your previous position.

“Wanna get in bed with snacks and watch a film?” Mason asked after a period of silence, both of you just enjoying the others comforting presence.

“You get the snacks ready and I’ll go set up?” You asked, an excited smile taking over your face

“Deal.”

•••

20 minutes into the film you heard the front door open and close, Nathan letting himself in. Neither of you bothered to get up to say hello, curling closer together until you both dozed off, the film continuing to play in the background.

•••

The following morning you awoke first, eyes fluttering open to see Mason’s face inches from yours as he slept soundly with his head nestled into your pillow. You sat up after pressing a soft kiss against his forehead, detangling your limbs carefully in order to avoid waking him, leaning over to grab the tv remote a switch it off having sat on standby the whole night.

It didnt take long for Mason to stir, hands reaching across the bed to find you. Eyes still closed, he shuffled his body until he lay directly next to you, placing his head against you chest and hooking his leg over yours.

“Morning,” he grumbled, a kiss placed against your T-shirt covered sternum.

“Morning,” you smiled at his grumpiness, hand falling into his hair, an action that was so frequent in your relationship you hardly even noticed you were doing it.

Silence took over the room once again as you enjoyed that neither of you were having to rush out of bed, Mason not having to leave for training for another few hours, slow relaxed mornings your favourite way to spend time together. You flicked through your instagram, clicking onto the recent story uploads of you friends, doubling back when you realised Nathan had posted a picture of his hand gripping a girls over a candle lit dinner table last night. Your eyes darted over the photo looking for a tag, sighing in annoyance when there wasn’t one.

“Look what Nathan posted last night,” you tugged Masons hair gently to gain his attention. He shifted into a sitting position beside you, taking your phone from your hand to look.

He shrugged, disinterested in your discovery but leaned away from you when you reached to take your photo back. He flicked the camera open, a cheeky grin on his face as he snapped a photo of himself intending to post on your close friend story before pausing, looking closer at the screen.

“My skin looks shit at the moment,” he moaned, noticing a few small red bumps across his forehead and cheeks, swiftly deleting the photo in a moment of insecurity.

You reached for his chin, tilting his head towards you to look, “it’s not that bad, you have a few tiny spots.”

Ignoring you comment, he reached for his own phone to open up the camera app and continue scrutinising his face.

“We can do a face mask if you want?” You suggested gently, noticing the way he seemed to shrink in on himself.

Mason turned back to look at you, “can we do the one that smells like strawberry?”

“Course we can,” you pecked his lips, hopping out of bed and making your way to the bedroom door in just a pair of knickers and one of Mason’s t-shirts, “it’s in the main bathroom I think, I’ll be back in a second.”

You hummed to yourself at you walked across the landing and opening the bathroom door, not spotting the glow of the light coming from underneath, indicating it was already occupied.

As you entered, a head of long, messy brunette hair was the first thing you spotted of the girl rummaging through your bathroom cupboards, “Can I help you?” You blurted in shock.

“Oh my god!” She jumped, quickly spinning around to face you, hand grabbing against her chest, alarmed at your presence.

She was dressed similarly to you, wearing a black top that you instantly recognised as Nathan’s, legs bare.

“You must he Nathans missus,” you smirked, leaning casually against the doorway as you watched her curiously, “he hasnt even told us your name yet but brings you over for sleepovers apparently.”

“Oh, Im so sorry, I didn’t realise he hadn’t told you I’d be here,” she stumbled over her words, her expression even more panicked than when you had made her jump only moments before.

“Dont be silly,” you softened, your dig at Nathan being misinterpreted, “it’s basically Woody’s home too, you’re honestly welcome anytime.”

She smiled in response, nodding her head in thanks. Silence overtook the small room, both of you waiting for the other to speak, the girl looking more and more uncomfortable by the second as she realised she had just been caught by the girlfriend of her boyfriends best friend going through her bathroom cabinets while wearing just a t-shirt.

“Again, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, “I’m Ella by the way.”

“So nice to finally meet you, and have a name at last…” you rolled your eyes, causing you both to giggle. “I’m Y/N.”

“It’s lovely to meet you y/n, to be honest I only knew of you as ‘Mason’s missus’ so it’s nice to put a name to the person for me too,” she smiled, “though not quite the circumstances I had hoped..” she cringed, head tilted towards the open cupboard to her left

“Was you looking for something?”

“A tampon. Or even a pad?” She blushed. “I’m so sorry but I came on overnight and have leaked all over your sheets in the guest room. Nathans still asleep so I’ve not managed to change them and I’m sort of panicking.” Her words were rushed, eyes widening as if she wasn’t planning on sharing the entire story with a complete stranger.

“Ahhh that’s much better than the alternative of you burglarising the place,” you giggled, attempting to ease the girls embarrassment, sympathising with her instantly.

“I didn’t know what to do. I’m so embarrassed,” she visually cringed, hands covering her face, though she seemed relieved you weren’t annoyed at her mishap.

“Don’t be silly, we’ve all been there,” you had been in a similar situation when you first started dating Mason, coming on unexpectedly while spending the weekend at his. Though you fortunately hadn’t leaked on his furniture, you did spend 20 minutes hidden in the bathroom before you found the courage to call for Mason and request he popped to the shops to get you some supplies. “Lets get you sorted, I’ve got tampons and pads in my ensuite. I’ll just get Mason to bin the sheets on his way out when he leaves for training in a bit.”

“Will Mason not be annoyed? I don’t want to make another bad impression,” She groaned, following you as you stepped out the bathroom after you had reached behind her to grab the wipes and face mask you had gone looking for in the first place, walking across the landing to the agar door of your bedroom,“I can take them to be cleaned or something?”

“Don’t worry about him. He’s well trained with periods, it’s not the first time we’ve had to throw bloody sheets out, has happened to me a few times since we moved in together,” you laughed.

You pushed the bedroom door open, revealing Mason, lying on top of the sheets playing on his phone, dressed in only his black Calvin’s. He glanced up as he heard you, quickly grabbing the blanket beside him to pull over his crotch as he spotted you had company.

“Excuse my boyfriend’s indecency,” you rolled your eyes comically, throwing the wipes and face mask onto the bed, “Ella, this is Mason. Mason, this is Ella, Woody’s girl.”

“Oi, I wasnt expecting to have a guest in my bedroom first thing in the morning,” he teased, shuffling to sit at the end of the bed, his lower half still safely under the cover of your favourite blanket, reaching a hand out to shake Ella’s politely, “Nice to meet you, Im Mason.”

She smiled, letting him know it was so nice to finally meet him too. Following you into your bathroom, she watched as you pointed to a draw to the side of the toilet.

“There’s a few different sorts of pads and tampons in there, help yourself and take as many as you need,” you smiled, squeezing her arm softly in reassurance, silently letting her know that even though you’d just met, you girls would be sticking together.

Ella reached to squeeze your hand, thanking you before you slipped out the bathroom, closing the door behind you and leaving her to it.

“She seems nice,” you whisper, climbing back into bed with your boyfriend who had shuffled himself back under the sheets and thrown the edge of the duvet back for you. He instantly grabbed your hips, pulling you over his body, sliding you further forward to sit over his lower stomach when he felt your crotch initially come into contact with his.

“Yeah, lovely,” he muttered, sitting up until his chest met yours, leaning into you as he reached for the items you’d deposited at the end of the bed, “but why was she in our room?”

You paused, hesitant to reveal what had got the girl so embarrassed, “girl stuff,” you shrugged, removing a wipe from the packet he had retrieved and beginning to wipe over his skin.

He raised a questioning eyebrow leaving you to sigh, accepting he would never be judgmental or weirded out over something as normal as a period. “She came on over night, found her in the bathroom looking for something to use but the ensuite is the only place I keep mine so…” you trailed off, gesturing behind you to the door she was behind.

Moments later, the door creaked open, Ella gingerly stepping into the bedroom and walking quickly over to the main door, a handful of supplies in her hand. “Thank you so much, so sorry to disturb you both,” you noticed the way her cheeks were still tinted pink, clearly still entirely embarrassed by her first encounter with two of the closest people to her new partner. “And thank you for letting me stay!”

“Anytime, lovely to meet you finally!” You smiled, twisting on Mason’s lap to give her a quick wave.

“See you at breakfast!” Mason chimed in, Ella’s tight expression finally falling as a giggle fell from her lips as she closed the door behind her.

•••

Still straddling your boyfriend, you sat and chatted back and forth as you waited for the pink clay masks to dry, laughing at Mason every now and then as he pulled stupid faces, the mask cracking in unflattering patterns.

His phone buzzed for his bedside cabinet, Mason lazily reaching for it, your hands now occupied playing with the hair at the nape of his neck once again.

Unlocking his phone, he let out a sharp laugh, instantly showing you the screen:

Tell your missus I said thanks… again.

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The Best Kind Of Danger

Part 3

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Part 4

It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. Her feelings were simple; she'd fallen for him, and it was the end of her heart. Now it was time to decide what to do, whether it be leaving things how they were or pushing through her emotions and fighting every rational reason that telling him everything would be wrong. What she was feeling was more than just a crush. It was more than an infatuation. Was it love? Maybe. But she would never know unless she braved her fears and made a decision.

The water in this thing was hotter than Cassie expected, but damn did it feel good on her back; especially the jets. They pushed the muscle and moved the skin, alleviating discomfort she didn't realize she had. Closing her eyes, Cassie laid back, resting her head against the side of the hot tub, and allowed herself to relax and let go of all of the stress and anxiety that the current tour had brought her. Jolly was right; the hot tubs were amazing.

The sudden outburst of voices grew louder, disrupting Cassie's thoughts, and her eyes grew wide as she sat upright, realizing there was no way out of this. She was going to have some explaining to do.

"Well, shit, look what we have here!" Jolly exclaimed, being the first one to walk outside.

Folio pushed his way through Matt and Noah and his mouth fell open at the scene before him. Cassie was deep within the water of the one thing she said she didn't do, hands over her face, covering her embarrassment. He immediately forgot about what happened last night, how Noah walked up on their private moment and she ran off, humiliated and awkward, spending the rest of the night and the whole day alone. But just the sight of her, skin moist with the hot water surrounding her made the muscles in his chest tighten and his heart began to race at an ungodly rate. The sudden constriction in his jeans made him lightheaded.

"If I do recall," Jolly teased, coming over to the hot tub and peering down at Cassie, "someone told me they don't do hot tubs or swim suites." His whole face lit up, showing off his charming Swedish smile that Cassie found impossible not to return.

"Well, I," her face turning crimson.

"I didn't think you even owned a swimsuit."

"I didn't."

"Wait, does that mean you're naked under the water?"

Nicholas cocked an eyebrow and stared at her mischievously through those pale green eyes of his that always made Cassie a little breathless. He leaned down and crossed his arms over the edge of the hot tub.

Cassie giggled.

"Only in your dreams, Ruffilo."

He grinned at her and tapped her cheek with his finger.

"I'm not naked, either, you dork; see?" tugging on the red strings tied around her neck. "I found a store at the bottom of the hill that sells emergency stuff, like swimsuits.

"Damn, and here I was hoping you were naked."

Cassie's mouth fell open as she stared blankly at Jolly.

"I'm teasing you, Cas, relax."

"Mind if I join you," Nicholas asked sweetly.

Cassie shook her head. "Be my guest."

"Me too?" Jolly wiggled his eyebrows, making Cassie laugh out loud.

"Sure!"

Nick and Jolly took off back inside to grab their swim trunks while Noah and Matt started setting up a few things for their rest and relaxation time off.

Folio couldn't take his eyes off Cassie. He was drawn to her, mesmerized by the sight of her skin and how the light made it shimmer. The idea that those strings tied around her slim neck were the only things keeping her breasts covered left so much for his imagination to play with and it hardened his dick to the point of having to readjust. He felt a bit confused, his thoughts all running together causing him to lose focus on everything around him.

He never wanted anything so badly as he wanted her. But the fact that she wasn't even looking at him was driving him crazy, and he knew it was because of her shyness. Her insecurities were drowning out her confidence.

Cassie's heart was about to beat out of her chest because of how nervous she was. Her insides quivered, trying her hardest to suppress the nauseous feeling rapidly growing by the second. But as soon as her eyes wandered over to Folio coming over to her, all of it vanished.

Standing over her, Folio grinned, admiring the way she looked up at him. The feeling pulsating through his body wasn't going to let up until it got what it wanted, and getting that wasn't going to be easy.

"What's this about? I thought you didn't like this stuff?"

The way he looked at her like he wanted something from her, weakened every defense Cassie had promised herself she'd keep up no matter what, and if the night continued with this much tension between them, she was bound to give in to whatever he wanted from her, no matter the cost.

Folio's jaw tightened, his mouth set in a hard line watching her swallow, as he thought of her in that same position, but for a different reason.

He was completely fucked.

"Yeah, I did too," was all she said. Squatting down he stared at the beautiful face before him, taking in each little piece of her that he loved. Her forest green eyes, the freckles that danced over her nose and cheekbones, the curve of her lips; he loved every part. Then his eyes slipped lower, skimming the outline of her neck and the red strings around it, envisioning his lips gliding over the pale skin, leaving behind traces of his hunger for her. The battle attacking his senses was getting stronger and he was getting weaker; willing weaker.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Cassie shook her wet hand, ridding it of as much water as she could, before gently placing it on Folio's cheek. He leaned into it and kissed her palm, heating the arousal that had been growing in her core since he walked through the door.

Folio shook his head.

"No, I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

Folio gave a breathy laugh, his mouth curving into a nervous smile.

"You're so fucking hot, that's what's wrong."

His confession was unexpected, utterly shocking Cassie and she knew her face said it.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

Cassie snickered, lowering her head.

"You know I don't take compliments well, Nick."

"Yeah, I know, but maybe you should. Have you looked at yourself lately?"

"I try not to."

Nick frowned. He needed her to know what she was doing to him.

"Would it make you feel better if you knew how hard you were making me right now; that's how beautiful you are."

That was it; Cassie was done for. Nick had her right where he wanted her. But knowing she was keeping something from him made her countenance fall, taking with it her confidence.

Nick noticed.

"What?"

Cassie shook her head.

"Hey, look at me," reaching over and taking her chin between his finger and thumb, tracing her lips.

"I'm sorry about earlier."

"That's okay. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry I ran off like I did. I was just embarrassed Noah caught us."

Folio chuckled. "Caught us? What are we, teenagers?

Cassie laughed, dropping her head as her shoulders shook.

He couldn't resist the urge to touch her, laying his hand on her warm, wet skin, feeling that same electric feeling that came every time they touched. It pulsed through him like lightning, and from the sparkle in Cassie's eyes, she felt it too.

"You should get in." Cassie's eyes beckoned him to her.

"I should've just fucking kissed you," Folio admitted, no longer caring who heard.

Cassie's face brightened. Her stomach fluttered and before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned over and placed her lips on Nick.

They felt it everywhere. The kiss was so hot, so deep that they didn't even want to come up for air. Every feeling, every sense, every nerve and muscle exploded inside both of them as they pulled one another into the kiss, letting their lips freely dance together.

A wildfire burned through her bones and for the first time, Cassie felt like every part of her that was dead came alive again; like this was the piece she'd been missing the whole time.

Folio didn't know what to do, except take her face in his hands and kiss her like he'd forgotten any other mouth but hers. It was slow and sweet, like the best kind of chocolate he'd ever tasted,

Cassie pulled back, letting her lips hover over Nick's, feeling his warm breath, longing for more. It didn't last long before Folio reached out and pulled her back in, this time sliding his tongue through her lips, making a soft little moan slip past her lips. He felt the pre-cum from his swollen cock soak his briefs as he tried to hold on to his composure before he lost it.

They were silent when they parted, eyes closed and foreheads pressed together. Cassie's lips were pressed in a tight line as if she was fighting against some invisible force.

"What the fuck, Cassie," Folio said, breathlessly. "Where did that come from?"

Their eyes opened and they looked at one another like it was the first time. Nick brushed the damp hair out her face, tucking it gently behind her ear, before caressing her cheek gently.

Cassie covered her mouth.

"Wow, I'm,"

Nick pulled her hand from her mouth and pecked her lips again.

"Don't you fucking dare," he commanded with a grin.

She held him in such an entrancing stare, that they didn't hear what was going on around them.

"Holy fuck you two, get a room!"

Matt's laughter bounced around the outdoor room, creating a playful environment compared to the tension-filled one moments ago.

"Whoa, what did we just walk into," Jolly joked.

"It's about fucking time. If I had to hear you complain about your feelings for Cassie one more time, I was going suffocate you."

Nicholas lowered himself into the hot water, seething through his teeth.

"Shit, this is hot!"

"Yeah, dumb-ass, that's why it's called a hot tub."

Noah bopped Ruffilo on the back of the head, laughing.

He looked over at Folio and Cassie, happy to see them working out their complications.

"You both good?"

Nick looked down at Cassie who was laying her head on his hands.

"Yeah, we're good," he answered with a grin.

"Good, then let's get this party fucking started! Five whole days off baby!"

Folio chuckled, kissing the top of Cassie's head.

"Are you getting in here?"

"Do you want me to get in?"

Cassie raised her eyebrow.

"Okay, yes, shit woman."

He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"I'll get in."

Cassie giggled. He loved hearing her giggle. It was cute.

Gripping his shirt, she pulled him in for another kiss, feeling him smile beneath it.

"Damn, I could really get used to that."

"Oh, you could, huh?"

"Yeah, I could; I want to," Nick confessed, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Heat pooled at the bottom of Cassie's lower back, spreading under her skin, and burning through her center so quickly it felt like her nerves were on fire.

"Go find your swim trunks before you make me regret what just happened."

Folio's eyes widened as he jumped up, reluctantly leaving Cassie behind.

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She lay in the crook of his arm, irregularly close to him, feeling every movement of his muscles. The warmth and dampness of his skin against hers helped ease her trembling body. It brought her peace. And that peace brought a certain kind of rush the moment Folio wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, hand gripping her hip and kneading her skin, that calmed him. It was different from all the times before.

"You're thinking too much. You need to relax," Folio whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her temple.

"What do you mean?"

"You're tense; I can feel it."

Cassie pulled away.

"No, I'm not. I'm fine."

Folio scowled, brows coming together and forming that same line she would see him get when trying to set up his drum kit and something wasn't going his way.

"Okay, maybe a little."

Folio leaned forward, pulling Cassie back into him, kissing her softly.

"I fucking love the way your lips feel," he said, grinning.

She giggled.

"How many rum and cokes have you had exactly," tasting the mixture of the liquor and soda from his lips on her own.

"I don't think it's how many, I think it's how much liquor Matt's put in each one he's given me."

Folio kissed Cassie's forehead.

"Oh shit dude, I don't know. I stopped measuring before the last three I gave you."

Cassie turned around to face Matt, eyes narrowing as she watched his eyes dance with mischief.

"I'm kidding; maybe," shrugging his shoulders, handing her and Folio another full cup

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Cassie eyed Matt skeptically.

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Not yet, but this guy on the other hand might be well on his way."

"Nah, I'm not drunk; at least not on alcohol."

A nervous laugh fell from Cassie's lips as she draped her arm around Nick's shoulders, kissing his cheek, then subtly dragging her lips over his clenched jawline.

"Now who needs to relax," she whispered in his ear.

He turned his head, lips almost meeting hers, and returned her embrace by locking his arms around her waist again.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just really hot and I love looking at you."

His arms tightened around her when he felt her hand slide down the front of him, stopping right between the head and claw of the giant eagle covering his chest. It wasn't enough for him to just have her skin on him. He needed more. He needed her fire burning through his hardened body.

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Hours later, Folio had Cassie pinned against the wall of the hot tub, lips and tongue gliding over her skin, tasting the subtle hints of chlorine as the sound of her soft whimpers roused him to continue.

He had one hand gripping her wrist, holding it against the side of the tub while the other caressed her neck, slipping just behind her head. Cassie grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and dug her nails into the surface of his tanned skin, making a deep, feral growl rise out of his chest.

Below the water, Folio wedged his knee between her legs, spreading them, and gradually applied enough pressure to her center, that Cassie moaned, squirming just enough so he hit the right spot. Moaning, she quickly throwing her hand over her mouth.

Folio raised his eyebrows.

“I like that sound, I want to hear it again,” challenging her as he removed her hand from her mouth. .

With one quick tug, he pulled her bottom half into his hardness and Cassie grunted, whimpering another moan the moment her throbbing wetness collided with Nick's swollen cock, the length of it rubbing hard against her sensitive folds. It made her weak .

"Oh fuck," Folio mumbled against her neck, as he peppered her skin with more kisses, "that sound is going to get us both in trouble."

Cassie whimpered.

From the way his fingers danced over the center of her palms, calling to life every fiber of her bones, and the movement of his hardness pushed in between her legs, Cassie was a fully open book. She was vulnerable, holding nothing back from him now and willing to give him whatever he wanted.

"Do you want me to stop," he whispered against her lips. He could feel the trembling of her body beneath his hands.

"No, no, don't stop, please."

Folio grunted,desperate for some kind of release. His cock was so tight against her sex, almost to the point of entry.

"It's probably a good thing neither one of us decided to get in here without clothes on because the fabric between us is the only thing stopping me from slamming into you right now."

Cassie whimpered again, her stomach tightening.

"Is that dunk Folio talking, or sober Folio?"

Nick pulled back, pausing to look at Cassie. He stared at her, noticing for the first time the hesitation gracing her face, and the uncertainty filling her eyes.

"I'm intoxicated, yes," rubbing her cheek with his hand, "but I'm not drunk to where I'm saying things I don't mean.”

Taking a minute to slow down, he realized things were moving a little too fast and Cassie was probably feeling overwhelmed.

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"No," she answered quickly.

"Then what's wrong? And don't say nothing because your face is telling me different."

Cassie took a deep breath, swallowing hard, knowing this was it; the moment where she had to be truthful.

"Talk to me, Cassie. You don't have to find the perfect words, just tell me what you're feeling. I'm listening."

"Okay," she sighed," well, I," shit, this was too hard. She thought she could do it, but now it seemed impossible. Cassie hugged herself as a heavy chill swept over her body and made her shake.

"How many girls have you slept with?"

Folio huffed out a small laugh. "What? What does that,"

"Just answer me, Nick, please."

He scowled, feeling a little uncomfortable at having to share his sex life so bluntly.

"Do you mean total, or within the last few years?" he asked, lifting his shoulders slightly.

"Like, total. More than thirty?"

"Ha! Fuck no."

"Less than twenty?"

"Yeah."

"More than ten?"

"I don't remember, Cassie what the fuck does this have to do,"

"I'm a virgin, Nick." There. She said it.

He froze, not sure if he heard her right.

"You’re what?"

Cassie was crying now and her hands shook as she brought them to her face to wipe the tears away.

"I'm a virgin. I've never had sex before."

Folio’s eyes grew wide. "Yeah, I know what a virgin is," nodding his head.

Cassie moved away from him, suddenly feeling very insecure about herself and the situation. Now that the truth was out, all she had to do was wait for the letdown that she was certain was coming.

"I'm sorry everything led to this, Nick. I really didn't mean for it to."

Her apology hit Folio hard like a punch to the gut he didn't expect.

"I thought that when I kissed you and you figured out how I felt about you, things would go slow, but then this happened."

Her emotions were getting the best of her now and whether it was the rum or her hormones it didn't matter. Honesty was dying to escape the prison she had kept it in for so long.

"You're in my head day and night, even when you're not supposed to be, filling every corner of it and making me feel things I never felt before. I’m sorry I couldn't stop myself, but you're like a drug, Nick; a drug that I crave every single second of every single day, and no matter how much of you I get I still need more. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you; nothing more. Shit, I never even thought about losing my virginity like I have the past few months. Before it was no big deal, the right guy would come in time, but with you," she paused, finally looking at him.

Folio remained silent. He couldn't find the right words to say, so he just stood there, looking at her, watching her fall apart right in front of him.

"Nick, with you, I can’t get past the fact that you're the only one I want to give myself to. I can't see any other guy; just you. I don't want another man's touch replacing yours, or another's presence filling your void. I just want you; all of you."

The silence was thick now that the jets in the hot tub had shut off. The water was still warm, but Folio could see the goosebumps spreading across Cassie's skin. He moved slowly across the water to her, never touching her, just standing before her, so close that their bodies were almost touching. He could feel what little warmth escaped her, but the slight chattering of her teeth told him she needed his warmth.

"Look at me."

He slid a finger under Cassie's chin and raised her face, interlocking their fingers as soon as his hand found hers.

"You really have no fucking idea how much I want you, do you?"

Cassie shook her head slowly.

"You have no reason to apologize to me, Cassie. I think it's pretty clear we both feel the same way about each other. I don't think we'd be in this situation right now if we didn't."

Cassie breathlessly laughed. Nick cupped her face between his calloused drummer hands and softly kissed her, very slowly, wanting to take in just how good her lips felt against his.

"I've never been kissed like the way you kiss me."

"I don't understand why."

"I'm too picky."

Nick could certainly agree with that.

"Have you never made out with a guy before?"

Cassie blushed.

"Yes! I've done that, I just, I don't know," shrugging her shoulders, "the idea of letting just any guy inside me always freaked me out, so I didn't."

"Am I just any guy?"

Cassie shook her head.

"No, you're not Nick, that's what I'm trying to tell you."

She was about to push him over the edge and before the tension could snap, Nick did the only thing he felt he had left to do. He got out of the hot tube and walked off, leaving her to wonder what was going to happen next.

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juanarc-thethird · 1 year

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You look so mature~

Nora and Ren return to Vacuo after finishing their mission that they went with Jaune and Emerald.

Nora: It's hot in here. I want to take a bath.

Ren: Just don't use a lot of soap. You know what happened last time.

Nora: Yes mom~

Weiss: Hi guys, did everything go well on your mission?

Nora: Yep, we killed some Grimm here and there, we saved the town, and they even paid us a bonus to leave immediately.

Weiss: Wait, they paid extra for you guys to leave? Why?

Nora: Something about, "They're tending to our daughters" and "We can't let that lecherous demon stain us." I didn't understand any of that.

Ren: I have an idea why this happened.

Weiss: What happened?

Ren: Just look for Jaune. Everything will make sense when you see him.

Weiss: Okey? Where is he?

Ren: He's still at the Bullhead filling out paperwork along with Emerald.

Weiss: Thanks.

She leaves and goes on her way to the port, where the Bullheads are. When she arrives, she looks around where Jaune is, and finds him on the far left of the place. She can only see Jaune from behind and Emerald seems to be talking to him very friendly, too much for her liking. She walks towards them and interrupts them.

Weiss: *Ahem* Good job on your mission guys.

Jaune: *Still with his back towards Weiss* Hello Weiss. I'll greet you properly in a moment, I just have to finish a few things. *Continues to work on the paperwork*

Weiss: *Serious* Emerald

Emerald: *Serious* Weiss

If looks could kill, we would witness a double homicide.

Weiss: I see that your trip went very well. You two look very close.

Jaune: Oh yes, Em has been a great help in this mission...

Weiss: *Quietly* Em?

Jaune: ...You don't know how many times she has saved my ass. I owe her one.

Emerald: And I plan to cash it out very soon~

Weiss: (What?! Did she… No no no no, it's impossible for her to have feelings for Jaune)

Jaune: Damn it. Em, could you find the pilot that brought us here? I forgot our flight number.

Emerald: Ok, but you owe me another one.

Jaune: Sure, thanks.

Emerald: I'll be back soon~💕 *to Weiss in a serious tone* Weiss. *Leaves*

Weiss: I don't like her.

Jaune: Do not get it wrong. She's like that with everyone at first. She was like that with me a few days ago.

Weiss: And what happened for that to change?

Jaune finally turns around, showing a well-groomed, trimmed beard, making himself look more mature and masculine.

Jaune: I don't know, one day she was making fun of me and the other day she was treating me too nice. I just accepted it and moved on with my life.

Weiss: *Wide-eye staring at Jaune*

Jaune: Um... Weiss?... Are you ok?

Weiss: You have a beard.

Jaune: Oh yes, yes I have. I let it grow during the mission. I didn't have anything to shave my face with, so I let it grow. Does it look bad?

Weiss: Well.... *blush*

Jaune: *Confuse* What?

Later that same day in Jaune's room.

Weiss and Jaune were in bed naked but covered by the bed sheet. Weiss was on the right of the bed while Jaune was on her left

Weiss: This was unexpected.

Jaune: Yes, but did you have a good time?

Weiss: *smilies* It was great.

Jaune: *Smiles back* I'm glad to heard that.

Emerald: *Ahem*

They turned to the left side of Jaune where Emerald was, also naked and covered by the bed sheet.

Emerald: So... Are you guys ready for round two?

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kunikya · 1 year

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Imagine walking on rindou masturbating 💀

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 × 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

cw: desperate! rindou, panty sniffer rindou, handjobs, masturbaiting(ofc), elements of pillow humping, implied switch! rindou

a/n: this is my 13829018803 repost 😭 please show up in tags

💌—Tokyo revnegers masterlist // taking reqs & thirsts!

imagine his moans are pretty loud and breathy, almost impossible to ignore. He has no shame in moaning when he's masturbating alone but when someone else is in the house he has to cover up his sweet sounds by biting the hem of his shirt letting his glistening abs be on display as his cock twitches from him pumping it over and over.

it was one of those days where you left and he was left to deal with his aching hard cock alone. Telling himself he can't wait any longer he immediately took off his pants letting them fall to his ankles. His cock was leaking precum as he took it out, spreading it across his flushed red tip making him let out a whimper.

He slowly started pumping his cock at a slow and steady pace that gradually started to get faster for him to reach his high.

but it wasn't enough, he needed you.

"H-Hah…y/n Fu–fuck"

He imagines it was you pumping his cock with your fingers that can barely wrap around his thick cock but imagining it wasn't good enough for rindou, he needed you oh so desperately.

That's how you stumbled upon rindou sniffing your panties as he was humping your pillow.

It was a lovely sight seeing your boyfriend drenched in sweat, fully naked jerking off to things that reminded him of you.

"baby why didn't you say that you needed help" you slowly approached an embarrassed rindou who's been caught.

"I didn't want to– ahh !"

his sentence was caught short by your hand wrapping around his cock, you gave him an innocent smile as you started pumping his cock.

"Rin baby, I'm never too busy for you." you kissed your boyfriend leading him to grab your head to pull you close to him, deepening the kiss.

Things were getting messy as you two were sloppily making out occasionally with rindou slipping out a moan between sessions.

"y/n please don't stop– fuck im cumming baby"

How can you say no to him, he was so good to you, " 'm course, go ahead and cum"

no less than 15 seconds he came all over your hand. You giggled planning to get up and wash up but you were pinned to the bed by no other than your boyfriend.

"Don't think i forgot about you, im going to make you feel good to baby, so whats the rush yeah ?"

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani smut #rindou x reader smut #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut

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jadedrrose · 1 year

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Becoming One

A cute little wedding fic for Law! I made a visual thing for this, you can find it here. I plan on making a part 2 to this, possibly with smut. We’ll see ;)

Warnings: pure fluff. Fem reader, she/her pronouns and the word “wife” are used. It’s 5 am and I’m sleepy so I hope there’s no mistakes lol

The anticipation was killing you. Spending most of your day cooped up in the Strawhat girl’s quarters was nice for a while, but the longer you sat in there, the more you wanted time to somehow speed up, move impossibly fast up until the time of the ceremony; and then you’d want time to nearly freeze.

As you sat at the vanity, Nami doing your hair and Robin helping with your makeup, Ikkaku pulling all of your clothing for the evening out, you stared deeply into your own eyes, wanting nothing more than to get to Law and finally become one with him. But at the same time, you feel nervous, anxious that the entire thing would fly by and become a simple fleeting memory that you’d struggle to remember fully in the future.

You were at least thankful for the snail-cameras that would help capture moments of the day permanently.

Trying to refocus your attention onto something other than your worries, you lazily watched as Robin’s hand moved back and forth in front of your face, dusting a light blush onto your cheeks. Rather than the feeling of your bridal robe suddenly feeling too constricting, you focused on the feeling of Nami’s fingers running through your hair as she styled it to your liking, pinning white flowers to the golden ivy headpiece you wore,

As the two of the Strawhat girls wrapped up their work on your hair and makeup, Ikkaku came over with a set of jewelry for you to wear. A simple golden necklace with a small pearl attached to the center, and a pair of golden dangle earrings that glimmered underneath the light in the room. She gently pulled the necklace around your neck, locking it in place for you from the back. You then took the earrings from her with shaky hands, practically trembling as you put them on.

Lastly, you turned around to sit the opposite direction on the plush velvet stool, slowly looking up as your eyes fluttered open from a short moment of having them closed. In front of you was your dress. You’d picked it out, of course, but seeing it waiting for you to put it on and the thought of actually getting married in it had you tearing up.

“Y/n, don’t cry yet,” Nami offered a small laugh, “You’ll ruin the makeup before we can even get you in the dress.”

“Sorry… I just can’t believe it,” you breathed, taking it all in as you stood up to begin getting properly dressed.

The dress was handed off to you, and you took it behind the dressing screen, hooking the hanger up top the screen to free your hands as you untied the silk ties of your white robe. Not wanting to dirty it, you folded it up and set it aside before taking in a deep breath to attempt to ground yourself.

Before removing the dress from its hanger, you looked over at yourself in the mirror, pinching and pulling at the white lingerie you’d picked to wear underneath the dress. It wasn’t anything crazy or scandalous looking, but you still felt nervous in it. The bra was of course strapless and thin so that it wouldn’t be visible from underneath your dress, but even still you felt as though you weren’t covered enough. Same could be said about the lace panties and garter belt on your thigh, only they were slightly thicker. Would Law like it? Will he think I look pretty enough…? With a shake of your head, you forgot any thoughts about not looking good enough and moved to get your dress.

You easily slipped into your dress, holding it up as you stepped out, turning around so the girls could help tie up the corset back.

Nami moved your hair aside with great carefulness, not wanting to mess up her previous work. Robin and Ikkaku began to work at the laces, looping them up correctly before tugging the corset closed, finishing it off with a bow that hung down your backside.

As they did so, Nami grabbed your heels and Robin readjusted your jewelry. You stepped into the heels and took in a deep breath as you turned to the mirror, almost afraid of seeing the entire thing put together.

With wide eyes, you stared at the image reflecting in front of you, bringing one hand up to your lips in surprise.

You looked gorgeous.

On each side of you, the girls looked over the outfit and the three of them nearly began crying themselves.

“You guys can’t cry, cause then I’ll cry,” you said with shaky breaths, a smile breaking out on your delicately painted lips.

“‘m not crying, my eyes just burn,” Ikkaku chuckled, wrapping an arm around your right, holding you close.

Nami and Robin joined in, wrapping you in a warm loving embrace.

“You look absolutely amazing,” Nami giggled, resting her head on your shoulder. “Law would have to be blind to think otherwise,” she joked.

“Traffy isn’t that mindless,” Robin added. “He’s a smart man, to marry someone as beautiful as you, y/n.”

“Mhmm,” Ikkaku hummed in agreement, “Captain doesn’t just do things without reason. Clearly, this is something he really wants. And honestly, the crew kinda knew before you…”

“Knew what?” you raised an eyebrow, confused.

“That he wanted to marry you. The amount of times we had to cover his ass while he searched for rings on every island, threatening cleaning duty for a month if we let anything slip to you,” she clarified. “It’s cute, honestly. He’s so in love with you.”

“S-stop it,” you shyly mumbled, blushing at your friends’ words.

“Alright,” Nami smiled warmly. “It’s nearly time. Let’s get dressed and get y/n to her husband.”

With that, the three girls left you to get into their bridesmaid dresses, and you found yourself grinning to yourself at the thought of Law being mere moments away from becoming your husband.

–

“This is insane,” Law sighed, looking over all the pieces that went to his suit. “So much shit to put on when I’m gonna end up shirtless anyway.”

“Captain! You have to be formal!” Shachi scolded, pointing a finger at Law.

“Yeah! Y/n wouldn’t be too pleased to see you show up in just pants and shoes.”

“She wouldn’t be marrying me if that were true,” Law rolled his eyes. “But I’m gonna put it on… we’ll just have to see how long it lasts.”

As Law began adding the layers of clothing to his top half, the boys started making bets with each other on how long it would take before Law took it all off.

“I’m betting on two hours!”

“Two?! I’d be impressed to see him last one…”

Law shook his head with a light smile, pulling on his coat and putting on any final pieces.

“Well?”

They all turned around, smiles lighting up on their faces as they began shouting and jumping, cheering Law on and hyping him up.

“Captain! You look great!” Bepo started, holding his paws up to his face.

Penguin began whistling and the three of them broke out into obnoxious laughter, Law watching them with a smirk, letting out a chuckle.

Grabbing his hat and putting it on, he headed out from the room with the boys following behind him.

–

It was nearly sunset, indicating that it was time for things to get started. The deck of the Thousand Sunny was decorated for the occasion, mixes of white flowers with light yellows and your favorite color adorning every inch of the ship. All courtesy of Franky, of course.

Law stood at the side of the deck, arms crossed as he anxiously waited for the wedding to start. With the sky turning a nice dusty shade of pink, the deck suddenly went silent as Brook began playing his violin.

It was a sweet, soft melody that played as the doors to the girls quarters opened, and out came Nami, Robin and Ikkaku, soon followed by you emerging from the room, a bouquet of flowers in your hands as you looked down at your feet, carefully walking up to the grass on the deck. Law felt his breath hitch as he captured the sight of you, dressed in the most elegant white garments he’d ever seen, all heightened by your beauty. And when you finally looked away from your feet, eyes moving up to meet his, Law swore that you looked like an angel, an ethereal being that he couldn’t believe was about to be his wife.

When you finally reached the little makeshift altar, it felt as though time had completely come to a halt, freezing the entire world around you. LIke nobody but you and Law existed, nothing but two lovers peacefully gazing at each other with adoration.

“It’s too bad I can’t kiss you yet,” you lightly laughed with tears in your eyes, a bright and warm smile on your face as you looked into Law’s gray eyes.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Law breathed, quiet enough that nobody would be able to hear your conversation over the music.

And just as the music quieted down, you mouthed an “I love you” to Law, who nodded in return before you both turned to face your audience, taking the image of everybody in. With another moment, you turned back to each other, preparing to say your vows quietly, at Law’s request. He’d said something about only wanting you to hear his words of intimacy, because no other being on the planet deserved it. Just you. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, flattered that he thought so highly of you, it was like he practically worshiped you.

With that, it was time to start.

You desperately tried to reel in everything, letting the moment sink in so that it wouldn’t all become a blur. You listened intently as Law stumbled over his words, finding it endearing that he was so flustered because of you. Then it was your turn, and you did no better, nearly forgetting what you were supposed to say.

But you got the words out, and as soon as you did, Law slipped a ring onto your left hand, you then sliding a golden band onto his tattooed finger, watching lovingly as it slipped over the inked ‘E’.

And then finally, it came time to kiss and seal everything officially.

You knew Law was typically shy about showing physical intimacy in public, but today he surprised you, holding your jaw with one hand as he wrapped the other around your waist, bringing you close to him. Your hands landed against his chest, gently clutching at the fabric as you fluttered your eyes shut, angling your face upward, allowing your lips to meet his; a roar of cheers that sounded muffled to you, too engulfed in becoming married to Law, followed.

After a brief moment that despite feeling like it lasted hours, you wished it had lasted longer, Law just barely pulled away and looked down at you, a handsome smile on his lips.

“I love you, Trafalgar Y/n,” he muttered, lips barely brushing against yours as he pulled you in for one more kiss, holding you tighter than he’d ever held you before.

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar law #law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #one piece x reader

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anqelically-archived · 1 year

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Taking care of tecchou after a very hard day please

after a hard day at work headcanons

featuring…! tetcho suehiro

content: no manga spoilers, comfort

navigation | bsd masterlist

if i’m being real, it would take a lot for this man to be tired out after a day of work. i do not doubt that he has plenty of stamina and patience to deal with anything

but, of course, there’ll always be a day that burns out everyone. this day happened to hit tetcho hard. a group of criminals was hiding amongst the crowd of civilians— plenty of innocents got caught in the crossfire, and the hunting dogs were the ones that had to deal with the clean up

yes, he and the others were able to save most the civilians and complete the mission, but it doesn’t change the fact that the men, women, and children he fought to save were either left terrified or dead

tetcho comes back home (you) in the early morning. he found you laying on the couch asleep. it was safe to assume that you were waiting for him

he’ll drape a blanket over your body before he goes to change out of his uniform. so when he comes back to lay next to you on the couch, he’ll be surprised to see you not there

instead, he can find you in the kitchen taking out a cold bottle of water. with one glance at him, you could tell that today’s events truly hit hard

“you’re up,” the hunting dog looked at you with relief flooding through his eyes. “did i wake you?”

with quiet steps, tetcho joined you in the kitchen. his hands gently find their way to your face, and you can only look at him softly as he stares into your eyes. eye contact— it was his way of checking if you were okay or not.

“don’t mind me, love. how about you? i heard about what happened on the news,” you frowned.

with such an incident, it was impossible for it not to be covered on the news and multiple papers. even on social media, you saw that there were some people blaming the hunting dogs for being unable to protect everyone. yes, their bodies and abilities were amazing, but they were still human too.

and as humans, they won’t always be able to save everyone all the time.

“here,” you handed him the water bottle, “drink some and then you can tell me about it from your point of view.”

tetcho explains how the day went in the comfort of your shared bedroom. you’re sitting across from each other, your hands soothingly holding his, as he talks

once he finishes and you’ve heard the complete story, you’re lovingly holding each other. his right hand held the back of your head and the other was wrapped around your waist as both of your arms were simply wrapped around his torso

your proximity from each other was his reassurance that you weren’t one of the people in a body bag

tetcho doesn’t find himself hungry when you ask if he is, so he’s prepared to just lay in bed with you for the night (or morning)

his arms hold you close to his body as he tries to sleep. you make sure to gently play with his hair so he can fall asleep first :)

“goodnight,” you kiss him on his forehead like he always does to you, “my love.”

you make sure that you can spend the day together as soon as possible, and that’s hopefully the next day

tetcho appreciates anything you do in order to ease his body. setting up a bath for him to cooking a meal— he appreciates it all

note: while i was writing i forgot what i originally was supposed to write 😭😭 came up with this, so i hope it’s good 🙏🏻 thank you for the request bestie, love you!! <3

reblogs are heavily appreciated! (especially since this post isn’t showing up on tags)

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owlwithanapple · 4 months

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So Hot ya.

Part 05

Mauga x Y/N

10 a.m. ———

When the alarm clock rang, you got out of bed and walked to the balcony to stretch out. "It's a nice day today. What should I have for breakfast?" You remember there is a swimming pool on the top floor of the hotel, you sign up immediately and change into a bikini with a coat. When you enter the elevator, press the button on the top floor, and the elevator will slowly rise up. As soon as the elevator door opens, you see that there is no one in the pool. You take off your coat and jump in. You enjoy the freedom of swimming in the pool alone.

Hotel reception——

"Miss, do me a favor. My love lives in this hotel. Her name is Y/N. Can you inform her that someone is looking for her for an emergency?" Mauga said flirtingly.

"Oh...Okay! Please wait a moment." The lady at the counter said shyly.

Swimming pool——

"Miss Y/N, excuse me." The waiter said.

You swam to the pool and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone came to see you in the hall. He said there was something urgent." The waiter said in a panic.

"Urgent matter? Then help me tell him that I will be there at once." You said it.

Are you thinking that someone from the company is coming to you? But it's impossible to come to Samoa to find you. The more you think about it, the more wrong it is. You leave the pool, pick up a towel and dry yourself before putting your coat around.

When you arrived at the lobby, you went to the front desk and asked who was looking for you. She pointed to a man sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and wearing red aloha shirt. Look at his strong back. You already know who he is. You quietly walk behind him and cover his eyes with your hands.

"Guess who I am?" You exhaled in his ear and asked.

"Hmmmm let me guess... This voice that will make me excited is lo'u lalelei." Mauga said flirtingly.

"You so smart, handsome. So you have something urgent to do with me?" You stood next to him and asked with a smile.

He noticed that you were wearing a bikini in your coat, which completely highlighted your sexy figure. "Wow, the early birds eat insects. Then I'm the man who got up early and saw a sexy bikini." He looked at you flirtingly.

You remember that you were in a hurry and forgot to change your clothes, just wearing a bikini and a coat. Hurry up and pull up the zipper to cover your figure and look at the other side shyly. You remember that you two had sex on the beach last night, and you two just wanted to have a one-night stand to vent desire. Now Mauga is coming to you, which makes you so embarrassed.

"So... What can I do for you?" You ask with a smile.

Mauga noticed your physical reaction and also noticed that you were shy. He got up and stood in front of you, raised your chin and looked at him. " Lo'u lalelei, look at me and don't avoid me. " He stroked your cheek and said, "You are a very attractive person. Be confident. We were really passionate last night. We had sex last night, but it doesn't mean that I will turn against others. I also said that I can't bear to leave you alone, so I will never let you alone. "

You are surprised that he would say such a thing.

"It's so affectionate that I thought you were going to fall in love with me." You said with a smile.

"Ah? Don't you know?" Mauga asked.

"Ah? What do you mean? " You are nervous.

"Hahaha, I'm really in love with you. I thought you knew it a long time ago." Mauga said.

"Ehhhhhh?! I thought we were sex friends, right? Just vent the desire together to satisfy each other's relationship!" You said nervously.

"I was so active that I thought you had noticed that I was in love with you." Mauga said with a smile.

You immediately stepped back, and Mauga looked at you with curious eyes. You didn't expect that you had a good impression on him since the first time you saw him, and now he has fallen in love with you.

"Hahaha, don't think too much! I'm hungry. Would you like to have breakfast together?" Mauga invites you.

"Ah? Ohhhhh! All right. Give me 20 minutes to change my clothes." You said it.

"I don't mind if you wear a bikini with me for breakfast. Oh, yes, remember to bring your swimsuit. I'll show you around later." Mauga blinked and said.

You got shy and patted him on the chest and quickly went back to the room. Come on, he is too active. With such a direct confession, you don't care so much about last night as a one-night stand. Now you really care about his confession.

You open the wardrobe, change a set of clothes and put on sandals. You remember that he just said that he would take you to play, and you prepared a swimsuit and slippers for later use.

When you arrive in the lobby, you see him standing next to the gate, and you poke him in the back. He turned around and looked at you with a smile and showed his fangs. You inexplicably thought it was cute. " Hey, handsome, you lead the way. I'll treat you today. " You said with a smile.

"No problem, I'll take you to eat delicious food." Mauga said with a laugh.

Mauga leads you towards his car, which is a "Dodge Challenger Convertible". You fasten your seat belt and Mauga starts driving.

"The car is good and suits you." You said with a smile.

"Thanks for your praise, Lo'u lalelei. You are also suitable for this secondary seat. " Mauga flirts with you.

"Haha, I hope so." You look outside.

Mauga noticed your reaction. He knew that you might be embarrassed, so you didn't dare to face him. His other hand held your hand, and you looked at him shyly. He flirted and said, "Hahaha, you're finally willing to see me. Although the scenery outside is beautiful, don't forget to have a tough guy next to you. Ohya ,Lo'u lalelei, you know what I like about you?

"What?" You are curious. You care about this answer. Maybe you can know why he fell in love with you.

"When you look at me, your eyes are full of love." Mauga flirted with you.

You shyly pinched his cheek and he didn't avoid it, but laughed. Your heart is pounding. Maybe you really have fallen in love with Mauga.

Arrive at the restaurant——

Mauga opened the door for you to get out of the car, and you two walked into the restaurant together.

“Talofa lau susuga, laulau mo le 2 tagata？” the waiter asked.

"What?" You are confused.

Mauga stands in front of you and says "Ioe, 2 tagata".

The waiter arrange you to get your seat and then hand you the menu.

"What do you recommend?" You are looking at the menu.

Mauga looked at the menu and spoke a fluent Samoan language to order. Looking at him, the corners of your mouth smile inexplicably, and you feel strange to hear him speak the local language. After knowing Mauga, to be honest, you don't feel lonely.

"Are you sensitive to any food?" Mauga asked.

"Seafood, except fish." You say.

"Ok! No problem! I ordered a local breakfast, and you can try it after it is served. " Mauga said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you." You are looking forward to it.

“Fa'amolemole, misi, e te fia inu?” the waiter asked.

"Ah?" You are panicked.

"He's asking what kind of drink you want." Mauga said with a smile.

"Oh, yes... I want to drink coffee." You say.

“Tuu atu i la'u pele se ipu kofe.” Mauga said.

"Lelei, leai se fa'alavelave." The waiter left.

“In Samoa, coffee is called kofe.” Mauga said with a smile.

"Oh, oh... So that's it." You said with a smile.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Mauga asked.

"Ah? Thanks to you, I slept well. " Thinking of what happened at the beach yesterday, you couldn't help blushing.

"Lo'u lalelei, you are used to leaving directly after a one-night stand. If you meet that person again, you will feel very embarrassed. " Right? Mauga said directly.

Your hand clenched the skirt under the table, and he pointed out your embarrassing problem. He's right. You always leave without saying goodbye. It's not that you don't want to get along with people, you just don't know how to maintain the relationship.

He tapped the table with his fingers, and you looked at him doubtfully. " Lo'u lalelei, I know about your expression when you saw me in the hall. You don't have to tell me why. " Mauga said with a smile.

"I... I'm sorry." You whispered.

"To be honest, I believe in my fate with you." Mauga said with a laugh.

“Faamolemole fiafia i lau taumafataga.” The waiter brought the food and said.

“Faafetai！” Mauga said.

“Mauga….. I also believe in my fate with you. “ You whispered.

Part 05 The End.

TO BE CONTINUED…🔥

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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mikhailwrites · 3 months

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Waiting for Connection 14 / Ghost x Soap

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Previous chapter | AO3

Ghost thanks Gaz and bids him good night before he rejoins the main voice channel. As expected, a rather wild discussion is underway. Clearly, the jury is out about whether or not they should’ve split.

“It was a sound idea, threw me off,” Ghost voices his opinion and announces himself at the same time. There’s a brief moment of silence.

“But it didn’t work in the end,” Roach quips, sounding a little bitter. Not overly so, thankfully, it’s just a game, after all. They all know the difference, intimately so.

“You got way closer to the extraction than I thought you would. I assume you wanted to either flush us out or create a diversion?”

“Yes to both, actually,” Alejandro says, “Soap thought that you will expect us sticking together or at the very least split into two pairs, covering each other. We were hoping to gain some upper hand. But I guess we underestimated your friend. Is he joining?”

“No, he’s… a very private person. But he enjoyed the game so I can extend his thanks. Told me that whoever he managed to jump in the lower part of the base was pretty solid. He was lucky to win that one.”

“That was me,” Roach replies, “I had a clumsy aim, it was a deserved death.”

“I’m sure you’re gonna walk all over me next time. You know the layout of the base and the terrain now, and the help I’ve got was a one-time thing.”

“But that wouldn’t really be a fair fight,” Rudy remarks.

At that moment, Ghost realises something. “Where’s Johnny?”

“Had to go, said he wasn’t feeling too good,” Roach explains.

“Ah, I see. Alright, I think I’ll call it a night as well. It was a good game, I’m looking forward to a rematch.”

“Yeah, sure, we’re gonna kick your ass, cabron,” Alejandro laughs.

Simon turns off the PC, puts the headset on a stand and reaches for his phone. He debates with himself for a little before he opens a new text message and types, “Thanks for the game; you were good. Hope you will feel better in the morning. S.” He hits the Send button without thinking too long about it. Otherwise, he would probably change his mind.

Soap’s phone buzzes on the nightstand just as its owner returns from the shower. Soap’s eyebrow quirks up momentarily as he sits on the bed and looks who’s messaging him so late; not many people have his number, and a substantial portion of them wouldn’t bother him at this hour unless it were urgent.

Flicking the lock screen away, he’s surprised to see the message is from Ghost. It’s short but considerate. A little sweet, really. Truth be told, Soap’s only has a minor headache, nothing that would warrant his quick retreat from the game. The real reason why he disconnected was this bitterness that swallowed him whole. Ghost has been ignoring him ever since John left Manchester, and then he shows up with this entirely impossible scenario and some unknown friend to boot? John is not jealous; that was probably the first thing he ruled out. He’s not a jealous man and never has been. But he is confused, and that confusion leads to frustration.

“Just a headache. Thanks for the game, it was interesting,” John types and sends the reply. He knows he could’ve ignored it and could pretend he was already asleep.

And since his phone starts to ring in the next second, he’s sorry he actually did reply. Well, no way around it now. With a sigh, he takes the call.

“Ghost,” John says in a way of greeting while he sheds the towel around his waist and gets in the bed.

“Johnny… how are you?” the deep timbre of Simon’s voice is pleasant. Soothing, almost.

John frowns, remembering he forgot to open the window a bit to let some fresh air in. “Fine. Tired, have a headache, nothing a good night’s sleep won’t solve.”

Simon hums in contemplation, Soap uses the break to get from the bed and open the window. The moment he does, cold air hits him hard. He’s still a bit damp on the back. A low hiss catches Simon’s attention. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Aye, ‘s just bloody cold outside. My balls almost froze the moment I opened the window,” John admits.

Simon chuckles into the phone, and John pauses. He sounds different than in the game. It makes sense, of course; a phone call has a different quality to it. “Do you build a blanket nest on the base as you did at my place?” There’s a hint of teasing lightness to his voice.

“I might, got a problem with it?” John challenges, but there’s no bite.

“Why should I? It’s just…,” Simon trails off, as if unsure how he wanted to finish the sentence.

“Aye?” John presses on, seeking the warmth of his blanket once more. It’s nice to be snuggled in bed with Simon in his ear. Suddenly, all the bitterness and frustration from earlier simply fizzles off. He never had any real reason to be angry, anyway. It’s not like Simon owed him anything, and he didn’t ghost (or Ghost?) him, either. Every time John asked, Simon simply politely declined, never left him hanging.

“It’s a little unusual,” Simon finally finishes the sentence from earlier.

Now it’s Soap’s turn to chuckle. “I bet you’ve seen a ton of weirder shit when you served.”

“I did, but I always appreciated a nice quirk. So long as it wasn’t dangerous.”

“The opposite, actually. It’s a camouflage technique, really handy behind enemy lines,” Soap says, pretending to be dead serious. In moments like this, he feels like he’s known Simon for years: the banter, easy conversations, jokes.

“Right. I guess the field manual changed since I got out,” Simon plays along immaculately.

“Nah, it didn’t; this is our very own Scottish thing; you wouldnae ken about it.”

“That explains it. Speaking of, I was meaning to ask… why SAS?” That’s a good question. Usually, people assume it’s just a prestige thing. However, someone who’s ex-SAS would know better.

“Didnae wanna be a cog in the regular army, knew I had what it takes to make the selection, and I wanted to do shit that actually matters,” John answers truthfully. Only a handful of people know his reasons; the rest got the usual bullshit of serving the country and being the best. “Why did you do it?”

There’s a moment of silence. John actually expects an outright refusal, but he’s at an advantage: Ghost asked him first and got the truth. It would be a dick move to bail now. “I was never a great team player,” Ghost starts and pauses, thinking about what he’s just said before continuing. “Well, that’s not exactly true… I was never a great babysitter. I worked best alone and I was so good at it, that my CO had no choice but to ship me out to the selection. Told me it’s the best he can do for me and that I would thank him later.”

“Did you?”

“I did. Eventually. I didn’t enlist because of some ideals, I joined because I had nowhere else to go, never aimed to prove something to some wankers I’ve never seen.”

“Did you ever regret it? Enlisting, I mean.”

“No. Never. I’m not really religious, but I guess it was my calling. Something I was meant to do. Otherwise, I couldn’t have been so damn efficient at it. It all came easy to me. Not all, but things that mattered. Stuff that helped me survive and complete my missions.”

Soap stays silent, feeling Simon’s words sink under his skin, heavy and tinged with darkness. Before he can think of anything to say to that, Simon continues. “Sorry, that turned a bit dark I guess. We should probably hit the bed, especially you, Sergeant.”

“I can handle an early start and shitty sleep, Ghost, don’t you worry,”

“Yeah, but I can’t. Remember, I’m an old man now,” Simon’s voice carries a lightness of smile.

“I see. Well then, out of respect to my elders, I’ll let you go then. Good night, Si,” John uses the nickname. He’s been very careful with it so far, unsure if Simon likes it or not.

“Good night, Johnny,” Simon repays him in kind.

I tried Ghost Recon Breakpoint since I dropped it soon after it released. Ubisoft actually kinda fixed it! I still like Wildlands more, but it ain't bad. Created a totally-not-OG-Soap, too.

#Soap is in deep denial #And even deeper shit #Late night phone calls like high school sweethearts #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Tangerine x female reader super smut. After going to a club to dance, Both get super horny and have steamy rough sex in separate blue light room on a bed (like in the movie when he walks into the prince).

Dear Anon! Thank you for waiting so long. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Rough sex with a stranger, no protection (always have good communication and use protection in real life pls) Pussy eating, fingering, squirting, penetration

Tangerine Master Post

You were beyond tired as you entered the club. The initial glow of the pre-game drinks was starting to wear off after waiting an eternity in the cold to get into the club. Your friends on the other hand were overjoyed and already lost in the sea of bodies. The music was loud and the lights were constantly changing and strobing making it almost impossible to figure out where they went. After a long day at work, this was not the thing you would have chosen to unwind.

You tried to move through the dancing to find a familiar face when you accidentally bumped into a large body.

“Sorry!” The guy must have been well over 6ft, his large hands came up to grip your arms tightly. You froze unsure of what was happening. His hands were starting to roam and you did your best to push them off.

“Sorry - I - I’m not interested.” You shook your head trying to get the message across. He didn't seem interested in what you had to say. You took a step back colliding with another warm body and you looked around trying to catch someone's attention. The man behind you easily pulled the man's hands off you. As if knowing it was time to leave you watched the man quickly exit with his group. You looked up at the man behind you, your back completely pressed up against his front.

“Thank you.” You mouthed.

“Not a problem.” He leaned down and whispered in your ear. You realized he must be some kind of bouncer. He looked much too professional to be in a club like this. He nodded to the side and for whatever reason you nodded back. He quickly picked up your small frame and carried you to the side. Placing you on a bar stool in front of the bartender.

“Lemon make this girl a drink.” He spoke with an English accent. The bartender gave you a nod. “My shift ends in about 20 minutes. Wait for a dance?”

“Sure.” You smiled still slightly confused by the situation. You gave your order and watched carefully as the bartender made it to ensure this wasn't some kind of trap. 15 minutes passed as you kept your eyes open for your friends, but he found you first.

“Easy” He handed a large manila envelope to the bartender and then turned his attention to you.

“Still fancy a dance?” his hair was slightly ruffled and his jacket was missing. You forgot one little detail… you didn't know how to dance… You could move in time with the music but looking at him somehow you felt he might be after something different.

You still gave him a nod and he held out his hand.

“Don’t keep me here all night!” The bartender hissed confusing you even more. Soon enough you were pulled through to the center of the hot mess. He turned to face you and you shrunk under his gaze, a thick flush covered your cheeks. He held out his hand again and with a half-functioning mind you put your other hand on his shoulder like you were taught in school. He let out a chuckle and pulled you tight against him. If breathing was difficult before it was almost impossible now. His scent was everywhere and his other arm snaked around your low back trapping you there.

Giving you a minute to adjust to the situation he held you tightly swaying to the music. This awkward and traditional position had one benefit, you could hide your hot face against his chest. Slowly he guided your hand to his shoulder. He gripped your hips tightly with both hands. Your hiding place was gone and you looked up at him.

His eyes were curious and it only added to the embarrassment. You reached up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” This made him chuckle again.

“Just hold on,” he said easily pulling you tighter. Soon enough you relaxed against his body. He was very much in charge of setting the pace, his eyes asking silent questions and his hands went traveling your body. More and more you realized that this wasn't really dancing at all.

Once realizing this, whatever it was, was more about touching than it was about the music or form, you really started to relax. His touch was firm and inviting making you realize just how long it had been since someone had spent time touching you.

When he lowered his head your gaze focused on his lips. He moved towards you slowly and you eagerly met him halfway. Pushing up on your tip toes. He smiled into your mouth. You were completely at his mercy, his mouth and strong hands, all of it was too much and not enough.

Gripping the back of his neck you let him guide your hips forward to meet his leg. Naturally, your hips jerked forward at the opportunity for friction. One of his hands stayed there on the swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind down on him, while his other hand was firm on the back of his neck. Holding you in place so he could devour your mouth.

Things were moving past what you would consider appropriate for public. As if reading your mind and wanting to push you further his hands reached down to grab the back of your thighs, picking you up in one swift motion. He brought you closer to what your body needed. You could finally hit the spot you needed. Grinding hard against his length you moaned into his mouth. If he kept you here like this for any amount of time he was going to push you over the edge.

Breaking the kiss and looking at him you could see your effect on him which only made you needier. Somehow he could not only support your weight easily like this, but you were also moving in time with the music.

Your body was reaching its limits, and you could see him waiting for you to tap out. Seeing your friends watching you from the bar was enough to make you freeze up.

“Your -I’m - can we” You awkwardly stammered in his ear, caught between feeling mortified and desperate not to stop.

“You wanna leave or leave together.” He asked in your ear. You let go of the breath you were holding.

“Together.” You said quickly like it was lifting a weight off your chest. He finally placed you back on the ground and you fixed your short skirt back into place. He turned you around and kept you in front of him as you walked towards the bar.

You silently prayed that your friends wouldn’t make a big deal. You moved away from him as he spoke to the bartender.

“We’re going to go hang out some more.”

“YESSS!!!!” Tara shouted doing a happy dance. Liz on the other hand gave you a look across the friend group.

“You sure?” She mouthed and you nodded. She pointed to her phone reminding you to check-in. You gave her a thumbs up then gravitated back to where you wanted to be.

He looked down at you and pulled you close starting to lead you toward an elevator. You entered the old contraption and wondered if it would be able to make the journey. You didn't have much time to think about the horrid screeching noise the doors made when closing because his hands were gripping your face bringing your mouth back to his. His hands were much more persistent wasting no time lifting you up and holding you there against him. The elevator dinged and he grabbed your ass as he carried you down the hallway. He pinned you up against the wall beside the door the added pressure making you moan.

“Fuck” You ground against him as he fumbled with the door key. Once it was open he took you inside, then suddenly everything was blue.

“What the fucking -” He looked around then at you. “Fuck it I wanna see you.”

He carried you further into the room and you saw many reflections of yourself hanging off of him. The room was covered in mirrors. The ceiling, most of the walls, and the large windows doubled as more mirrors. In the center of the glowing blue orb was a round plush bed. You had so many questions about the design choices.

He placed you gently on the end of the bed and you lay there looking up at him catching your breath for a moment.

The music from the club was faded but still loud to your ringing ears. Your hands reached behind you to unzip the dress you were wearing but his hands slid up the sides of your legs. He took your patines off and wasted no time sliding his fingers between your wet folds. You quickly abandoned your attempt to undress being pulled under by the sensation of his rough fingers.

“Fuck you're wet. Got a spot on my trousers.” Your cheeks flushed but it wasn't enough to pull you from what you were feeling. He used his free hand to help you undress his fingers never moving from your wet heat. He undid his belt and you shook your head.

“No” You mumbled and sat up to start to undo the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. If there was an opportunity for him to be naked you were going to take it. He sighed looking somewhat amused at the situation. His fingers abandoned you and he took his clothes off piece by piece. The blue light made his skin glow and you looked over his various tattoos and hard body. Your eyes finally landed on his thick cock and you swallowed. There was no way all of that was going to fit in your mouth. A slight wave of panic brushed over you, that's what men expected right? Suddenly you realised that you were having sex with no discussion, with a complete stranger.

His fingers came up and pinched your jaw lightly. Your brief moment of rational thought was blurred out by the realization that choking to death on him might not be such a bad way to go. Your heart rate sped up again, your body heavy with anticipation.

Instead, he guided you up onto your knees to kiss him. His hand kept a tight grip on your neck as his other hand grabbed your breast. You instantly arched your back putting yourself on display for him. Taking a deep breath and looking to the side you could see yourself there, on your knees, legs spread, your pushed-out chest heaving, the curve of your ass, but it was his hands on you, the way he looked down at you. His hands were rough and commanding as they gripped your body and you had never looked so submissive.

You moved to press your face into the warmth of his shoulder breathing in the air off his skin.

“Don’t get shy for me now, love” His hand laid a firm slap on your left ass cheek and you let out a loud moan. “That’s a good girl.” He pushed you down to lay on the bed and your head was spinning and you felt yourself slip further and further away as he kissed his way down your body. Normally you would have died from embarrassment, but he pulled your legs wide open, eyes devouring you.

Looking up at the ceiling you saw all of yourself strung out on the bed. No part of you was hidden, the blue light reflecting on your swollen folds making them look purple.

Then his head was in the way and you let out a small scream as he began eating you out. No slow warm-up, no figuring out what turned you on. Confidence rolled off of him as he sucked and lapped at your clit. The tips of his fingers teased your entrance breaking whatever was left of your sanity.

“Please, please, please -” You begged voice wet with the brutal twisting of passion ripping you apart. He gave in and his rough fingers slowly pushed you open and you choked when he rubbed a sensitive spot.

“I can’t- fuck - I’m going- I -” Your chest heaved your words sounding like they were coming from someone else.

“Cum.” He said before upping his pace. You barely lasted another second before your body collapsed. Everything became tense and he held your clit in his mouth holding your body in contraction. Your lungs stopped working, as it tore through you. You felt yourself gush, something that had never happened before. Your eyes opened to see yourself, back arched, crushing his head with your thighs, making an absolute mess.

It snapped and your body went limp. The air returning to your lungs also brought tears to your eyes. Nothing in your body was working the way it normally did.

He looked down at you hungrily and wiped his mustache off with the back of his arm.

“Sorry -” For making such a mess? For crying? For crushing your head? You took a shaky breath. He came close to you on the bed, grabbing your chin again.

“What am I going to do with you, baby?” His thumb ran across your bottom lip. “Come here” he guided you up onto shaking legs and turned you to face one of the big mirrors. He helped you get on your knees. “Want you to watch.” He mumbled getting himself sorted behind you. He pulled your hips back and guided you onto his cock.

"Wait" You mumbled "What's your name?"

"Tangerine."

"Really?" You looked at him and were instantly distracted by the head of his cock teasing your entrance. You let out a moan, focus drawn back to the position he had you in.

You watched it happen, his thick purple cock slowly disappearing into your wetness.

“This fucking cunt” He hissed into your neck as he struggled to bottom out. Your whole body surrendered to him as he pushed into you. You were impossibly full and stretched out as he held you there pressed to his front. He slowly started to move and you watched fixated as he fucked you.

“Good girl, taking all of me like that.” His praise made your knees start to shake. He picked up the pace and moved his hands from your hips. One gripped your throat tightly and the other moved to your clit. You watched his fingers stroke you causing all your muscles to begin seizing. You struggled to hold yourself together waiting for his command. You could see it in his face that he needed you just as bad.

“Be good for me, love. Nice and tight when you cum for me.” He breathed into your ear and your body surrendered to his command completely. When you went under you felt your pussy struggle and choke on the size of his cock, your stretched heat struggling to contract around him. He just pushed into your further, keeping thrusts shallow. You could feel him all the way through you as he moaned. When his hand let up on your throat you felt yourself fall, body pulsing. Looking down you saw all of your wetness mix with his release as it coated the inside of your thighs.

Your body was spent and your muscles had completely given out. He picked you up and took you into the bathroom. He carried you to the bathroom pressing your chest against the cool marble of the vanity. He spread your legs.

“Fuck that’s hot.” He bit into your ass cheek and then began cleaning you up. You peed and made your way slowly back to the bed. The blue lights were turned out and a small bed lamp was on.

“Found something a bit more normal.” He said pulling his phone out of his pants pocket. You slowly moved through the room looking for your purse. Everything was thrown around and eventually, you decided to sit on the bed for a moment.

You weren't expecting this feeling. You’d never slept with a stranger, never had sex like that before either. But the low feeling you had at the moment made your bones feel cold. He was going to leave and you weren't sure what you felt but it was suffocating.

You placed your head in your hands and tried your hardest to push everything down. This emotion was loneliness, it was probably because it had been a long time since your boyfriend left you. That’s all -

His arm hooked around your waist and pulled you further onto the bed. You let out a sound of surprise as you rolled over to look at him.

“You should tell your friends that I haven't murdered you.” He grabbed your purse from the side table and lay next to you keeping his arm around you. The proximity was immediately soothing.

“What if you're going to murder me now?” You asked while sending a text off to Liz.

“And deprive myself of the world's best pussy. Not a chance.” He said causing your face to turn red. “The rest of you is nice too.” He added quickly.

“Wow thanks?” You said awkwardly.

“You hungry?” He ran his fingers along your stomach.

“Yes,” You answered honestly.

“Not too late for a first date is it?”

“In general no” You laughed. “But I’m not going to be able to walk, especially in heels for a while.”

“Room service it is then. Hopefully, the food isn't as kinky as the room”

“That would be a bad thing?” You asked wondering what on earth went through this guy's mind.

“Not if I’m eating it with you I guess.” He shrugged and ordered a whole wack of food.

“What is this place?”

“My employer set it up. Makes things a whole lot worse when you consider that I would’ve been here with my brother.”

“The bartender is your brother?” You asked confused at what job they could possibly have.

“Well, um - it's complicated.” He said looking sad for a moment.

“I’m not going to see you again am I?” The familiar sinking feeling came back as you said the words.

“My job doesn't leave a lot of room for a relationship.” Not even his confidence could cover that he was feeling the same thing you were.

“Then get a better job,” you said with a cheeky grin. He pulled you closer to him and started kissing you.

“Let’s see how many times I can get that pretty cunt to cum for me before room service gets here.”

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He woke up to the sound of a phone notification going off. He knew he shouldn't, but he reached over your sleeping body and grabbed your phone.

It lit up showing a long text from what looked like an ex-boyfriend. Bla bla bla - we should still be together - bla bla bla - Tara saw you with a guy - bla bla bla - he is trouble

His eyebrows drew together looking up at the name at the top of the screen the phone nearly slipped from his fingers.

No fucking way. No fucking way was he leaving you behind for that scum bag. He didn't know you that well but you'd barely shut up after dinner. Thinking of the comments you made about your ex became very worrisome.

He put your phone down on the side table. The thought of leaving was already heavy on his mind all night. He gave up on entanglements a long time ago for this exact reason. But if this was what was waiting for you, being with him and Lemon was really the safer option. Therefore it would technically be rescuing you....

He looked up at the ceiling to see your sleeping face nestled into his neck, unable to understand how he got so lucky.

#Tangerine #bullet train 2022 #tangerine smut #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet Train x reader #bullet train smut

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uncouth-the-fifth · 2 years

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(you are a) natural, baby - Sam Winchester/Reader

read it on ao3.

Pairing: Virgin!Sam Winchester/AFAB!Reader (vaguely s1 or 2) Tags/Warnings: blowjobs, deepthroating, Impala sex, whiny/submissive Sam (with hints of the opposite). nothing too insane. yk the deal. Word Count: 11034 Notes: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. i've been. thinking about sam lately. and i MAY or may not have had the most vivid wet dream of my life... which may or may not have inspired this slightly........... enjoy! there will be a sequel btw ;) for plot's sake, yes, Sam is 23 and is still a virgin 🍾 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

You couldn't believe your luck.

You notched the car into park, lips parted in disbelief. Holy shit. Rain bore down on the car from all sides, making an already dark night impossible to walk in, nevermind drive. Baby—or the Impala, you corrected yourself, since Sam always poked fun at you for picking up Dean's little nickname—had puttered out her last huff of warm air a few miles back. That left at least another hour’s worth of driving until you were back to Dean, who was waiting back where your present job was. There was no way you could get back in this weather. It'd be past midnight soon anyway, so…

You played your fingers on the wheel. Bent over it, squinting at the rain. Slumped back in your seat. All the while, Sam watched you go through the motions passively. He already knew what you knew: you'd have to camp here for the night. Just the two of you. Alone.

The universe had done everything short of smashing you together like kissing barbies. In this week alone, the messy line of feelings between you and Sam had been tested at least a hundred times. It was obscene. Ever since Sam's twenty-third birthday, all the forces of nature had woken to remind you at every turn how stupid horny you were for him. Sam was no longer the beanpole you could easily throw while sparring; there was a man in your passenger’s seat, a good deal taller than you on miles and miles of leg, with handsome, veiny arms and a lap made for sitting in. Your childhood crush had been nursed so long that it'd grown into love. But now that you were a twenty-five-year-old, full-time hunter, there was little room for a childhood novelty. You had instead made space for a covetous, needy desire that the universe loved to throw in your face.

Monday. Sam had helped Dean out with one of the less-than-junk cars in Bobby's yard, bent up under the bonnet, sweat and grime making his tee cling to the landscape of his back. And Jesus, what a landscape it was… Sloped and firm with experienced, long-developed muscle. Tuesday. Dean got on the subject of blowjobs, and Sam immediately got off the subject. Significantly, you learned he's never had one. Your mouth watered just sitting next to him. Wednesday. You risked using the last towels in the pile for your shower, each just big enough to close and cover your modesty—if you don’t stand up straight. Sam caught you coming out of said shower. He looked, looked some more, and you sniped at him for it around the saliva building in your mouth. All you wanted to do was claw his jeans around his ankles and blow him until he forgot his name. Sam lingered like he wanted the exact same thing, and both of you pretended to ignore the tent in his pants. Thursday. Sam coached you in long-bowing. You stood just inches apart in an empty field, Sam's shoes between your in the grass, and you fucked up every damn shot because Sam's massive hands were on your waist and your hips and in your belt-loops. He'd lean in until he was almost kissing the shell of your ear and say, S’ alright. Just focus on your footing. You're doing great, even though you hadn't hit a single target. Friday. You, him and Dean left for a North Dakota case. You had to share a bed with one of the boys, and Sam reminded you what sharing meant the whole night, huffing soft moaning breaths against the back of your neck in his sleep.

You resist the urge to clamp your thighs together. It'd been freezing cold in your room and you’d been sharing beds since you were young; to have just your backs pressed together was impressive. At one point, you turned over and Sam stretched back to meet you, his warm spine flush to your chest without hesitation, flaying you instantly. He’d seeped back into the mattress as content as could be. You resisted the urge to run your fingers through his floppy hair, or caress the smooth strip of flesh that the seam of his shirt didn't cover. You failed at the first—but to be fair, Sam's hair was in your face and it was annoying you and you had to be close, because the room was so cold. And your hand just ended up there. And then it ended up under his shirt, your nails stroking his stomach, because Sam was a tease who'd dragged your arm around him in the first place. He'd been shaking, it was so cold. You couldn't just let him freeze. Regardless, it was hard to say no to him when he was smoothing your palm against his ribs like that.

“Think we can make a run to get the blankets from the trunk?” Sam invited. “I can do it if you give me the keys.”

You wanted to say more to that, but you settled instead on taking the keys out of the Impala and dropping them in Sam’s waiting hand. “Thank you,” you murmured, and Sam bobbed his head once before braving the weather.

He was gone for less than a minute, but the clinging silence that rang in your ears could’ve gone on forever. The rain pounded across the car with a vendetta, plunking off the metal and hammering over your empty parking lot just as hard. It raced down the glass fast enough to make the outside world a shimmering blue mirage. Sam’s figure was a darker silhouette closer to the glass, and you busied yourself putting a sweater on as he dove inside.

“Dammit,” Sam cursed. He knew better than to shake his hair out on Dean’s good leather, so he tossed down the blankets in between you—and there was a generous gap—to hunt around the backseat for a towel. The amber streetlights gave you just one glimpse of Sam’s rain-streaked face. It shouldn’t have flushed your belly with want as much as it did, but that’s half the reason you were in this mess.

“S’ bad out there,” you said, obviously. Sam agreed with a hum, and together you sorted yourselves for relaxing before you slept.

Before, you’d had the car on and the heater going, so you were mostly okay with your jackets tossed in the backseat. Sam had on a tee and a moss-colored sweater to keep him warm, and you had the thought of his firm muscle underneath those layers to keep you warm. Though more cold had seeped back into the Impala, you didn’t put on your jacket, toeing off your boots in the footwell. You piled on your blankets and curled up against the seat, Sam doing the same. He hadn’t put his jacket on either.

You shared a glance. Well, it was more like Sam was already looking at you and you caught him, flushing up to your ears. “There’s no way we won’t make it there til morning,” he said, “I’ll text Dean.”

“Good idea,” you agreed. You brought your legs closer to your chest, bumping Sam’s thigh with a stray foot. To your surprise, he glanced up at you at the contact, and again you found one of his coy glances. You couldn’t believe it. Was he...?

All four burners in your body flicked onto a simmer at the same time. You bit your lip, taking him in as he was illuminated by his phone’s screen, wet twisting curls of hair in his eyes. “S’ okay. I don’t think Dean will care, with how slow this case is going. Though I can guess why you’re so eager to get back,” you tested the waters with a sly smile. “That witness—Miss Checknik, she was really aiming to get you alone, huh?”

Sam was still raw from Dean pressing his buttons on this, so he was shier than usual when he mumbled, “It’s… not like that… I’ve never even done that before.”

“What?” you blurted. “Had sex?”

Sam’s gaze snapped up to yours. Around you the rain roared, but you still caught his subtle hitch of breath. His pause went on for another telling amount of time, until Sam’s ears were red too. “...It’s not like you have either,” he muttered.

This had to be on purpose. You tossed an arm over the back of the seat, knuckles against your cheek and a growing, sly smile on your face.

Sam sat up. “You’re kidding. Really?”

You slouched, huffing. “What, is that a surprise or something?”

“No,” Sam spoke a little too quickly, like he’d been thinking about it. He swallowed. “No, not at all. I was just…”

You wet your lips and let your eyes drift over him. Sam sat stiff in your passenger's seat, legs crossed a little too tightly, his hands folded together over his lap, hiding a building, jealous hard-on. A muscle jumped in his neck. The shivery warmth that reigned over you every time Sam entered the room conquered you again, watching him squirm, and you couldn't help but do the math. You could… you could make an offer. If he said no, that was fine. All you’d have to do was endure a night's sleep in the car with him then a few awkward days afterward—but you and Sam had done that dance a hundred times before, after kissing for spin-the-bottle or getting caught lusting after each other, so maybe this was it. This week had been filled with omens.

You went all in.

“We travel a lot and it relieves stress, so… I’ve picked up a few dates. Bar-flings, heat-of-the-moment stuff with hunters, every once in a while.”

You risked a glance at him through your lashes. Sam had inched closer to listen, just enough for you to notice, and was clearly trying to sculpt his face into something less interested—but his eyes were glazed and his attention was rapt. You had him right on the hook.

Sam swallowed. His voice was thick with arousal. “I, um, didn't know that was your thing.”

You shrugged, “I don’t enjoy it as much as Dean does, but yeah. The guys I pick up, I mean—they’re okay. Most can't find their way around a bra, never mind… well, y’know. You get what you can get. But the other parts, the fun parts of sex…” Even you were blushing at how dirty your smile felt. “I'm real lucky, Sam. Most girls don't get off making their partners happy, but I do. It's… made me real good.” You twisted so your chest was pushed toward him, feeling yourself ache in your jeans. You hushed coyly: “I’m told I’m a real natural with my mouth.”

“Really.” Sam repeated. He sputtered out a half-hearted chuckle. His cheeks had gone all cute and ruddy with a blush, exposing the lighter moles on his face.

“Really,” you promised.

The look on Sam's face went beyond teasing, now. You’d told yourself you were just messing around with him, but Sam was twitching in his seat, suddenly unable to sit right, and all the years of play-flirting had apparently stacked too high. Something hot and magnetic had brought you closer and closer together in the Impala’s front seat. Sam was frozen like he wanted to crawl out into the rain and disappear—always so shy, so easy—but something else rooted him to the spot this time. One more motion and you could close that measly gap blazing between you, get his skin pressed firmly to yours. Your arms and back and belly crawled with a phantom itch, and Sam's hands looked so perfect and big that you knew they could fix that feeling. Your mouth felt wet and lonely. Sam's was right there, panting as he waited for you to do something.

“Have you really never had sex before?” You filled Sam's flushed silence. You scrutinized him, brows furrowed with sympathy. “Not even a blowjob?”

Sam's whole body hitched like a slow to start engine at the word. He temporarily forgot himself, choking on his breath and roaming his sweaty palms across his thighs—uncovering, for just an instant, the outline of something firm and big in his jeans.

Still, Sam's eyes couldn't shake yours.

“Um, no,” Sam admitted. “Never had t-the… opportunity, I guess. Or the right person.”

“Would you?” You scrambled to let the words loose, then resettled in your seat, lounging back and stifling your excitement. Sam's dick. Sam's big, virgin dick in your mouth. “If the right person…” you gestured vaguely, like this was still at all a hypothetical, “gave you the opportunity?”

It took Sam a second, eyes flickering fast over your face beneath his bangs, but eventually, he gave a single short nod.

A nuclear reactor’s worth of heat sizzled up from your toes. It bubbled out of you in a pleased, purring sigh, and you could barely suppress your grin, your butterflies, your nervousness, when you crawled into the cold space beside him on the bench. You leaned in slow by his ear. Your nails played across his thudding pulse, his taut neck, spurring Sam’s breaths into gasps. At an agonizing pace, you dragged your soft nails behind his ear, to the tingling nape of Sam's neck, and relished in the feel of his flesh like a vampire as you stroked him there. The blunts of your nails scratched gently at his hairline. Sam squeezed out a soft moaning sigh, so sweet and trusting that you closed your eyes to soak in it all the way.

After a few strokes of your nails to Sam's shivering skin, you fanned your warm breath down his shuddering collar and barely kept yourself from moaning in his ear: “I’m real smart with my mouth, Sammy… I could make your first time good for you. Better n’ good, even.”

He sat there in utter disbelief. Sam breathed hard, and now that your hand was on him, his squirming had stopped. After a deep, weighing pause, Sam removed his hands from his lap and slid them down to his knees instead, tasting the growing appetite in his mouth.

“...What would it feel like?” The rasp in his voice made you instantly wet.

You flushed. “You want me to describe it to you?”

Sam gave a shy shrug of his shoulders, playing innocent, but that clever smile of his had been haunting you all week. He knew precisely what he was doing. “Never had one,” Sam reminded.

The car was suddenly boiling. You had kicked off your blanket a long time ago, and so had Sam, which left you in layers that neither of you wanted anymore.

“Well,” you breathed out, amused. You gave yourself room to undo your coat, and Sam hung on every motion, making each exposed inch of you feel needy and overheated. “I really only know it from the giver's point of view, but, um, it's really fun for guys. I'm sure you've heard other men talk about it before. Unwinds your whole body and blows your mind, done right,” you talked as you shed your coat. “If they made it sound easy to give a good blowjob, Sam—it’s not. You have to know what you're doing, how to read your partner… know what they like… luckily for you,” you hummed, “I've never had a complaint.”

Sam nodded after nearly everything you said, unsure where to settle his hands or what to say. He looked more demure than you’d ever seen him, and it was so cute to you it was almost unbearable. You could imagine him making that exact face at you with his wet dick pushing into the inside of your cheek—all bashful but desperate, hinged on your every word, your every lick. The thought of all the pretty sounds he'd make when you blew him left you on sensory overload, and the only thing that would fix it was Sam kissing you breathless.

It struck you that Sam was really gonna let you do this for him, after years of him caring too much about you to let you take care of him. You were left with a peculiar rush; Sam trusted you.

“Blowjobs are… all the good bits of kissing and jerking off put together,” you explained. You settled back where you’d been before, hanging on Sam's shoulder and talking filthy in his ear as he quivered with want. This time your nails drew circles on his collar, and Sam surprised you by squeezing his hand around your thigh to steady himself. You could've cum on the spot. A flood of heat burned down your gut and throbbed between your legs, soaking your underwear clean through.

You’d never stopped looking at each other, but your faces were closer than ever and the eye contact felt explosive. It was dark but for the streetlight, and quiet but for the endless rain, both aspects of life you saw every day—monsters in the dark and a storm banging on the car. But with Sam there, these everyday mundanes felt… romantic. Passionate, like the movies. His eyes were this beautiful, soft fawn brown. You couldn't wait to see that slip of color admire you from between Sam's thighs.

“The girl, she’ll…” your mouth flooded with drool. “I’ll get down on my knees for you,” you corrected, boldly.

Sam sucked in a shaky breath, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you rasped. “And I'll get nice and comfy there, because I'm gonna waste as much time on you as I can…”

Your hand graduated into his hair again, since Sam forgot how to breathe each time you did it, and with it occupied you lingered on his face. Sam looked piss-drunk with lust; his head was on a swivel, lolling in whatever direction you went, his lashes fluttering low on red-patched cheeks. “I'm gonna take my time getting your pants off, y’know, tickling your legs.” A particularly dirty thought occurred to you, and it must've shown on your face because Sam's parted lips opened further. “Maybe, if you wanted, I could do this little trick I learned with my teeth… open your fly that way. You want that?”

Sam's eyes flicked down to your mouth, thinking. “I do,” he bobbed his head, “I really do.”

“Okay.” You pet Sam's chest, and coupled with the attention of your nails in his hair, a moan seeped out of him, vibrating somewhere deep under your hand. You grinned a shark’s grin. “...Then I'd look at you like that, cause’ that's what I've been dying to do for ages, see you all hard for me and nobody else. You might kill me cause’ you're so beautiful, Sam. And I'd kiss you everywhere I could… all over your thighs, your hips, the muscles in your stomach, your dick… your cock.” A whine jumped out of Sam's throat. Just the word made your throat feel open. “When you're squirming and begging for me to pull you out, I'll take off your boxer briefs, too, the blue ones I know you're wearing—” You’d seen him in them that morning, when he'd crossed his arms and his shirt had rucked up enough to flash some belly. Sam huffed an embarrassed laugh, and you kept going. “I know exactly what I'll do when your boxers are off, cause’ I've been waiting years for it. M’ gonna take your dick in my hand and just admire it, feel how big it is, imagine what it'll be like inside me—” Sam cursed aloud at that, “—inside my warm, wet mouth. I've been imagining what it looks and feels like for so long, Sammy, I think I deserve to see the real deal. Don't you think?”

You ran a finger along Sam's collarbone, and he rolled into it, chasing the slightest touch of your hand regardless if it was on his dick or not. You hadn't even drifted below his belt yet, and Sam was still arching into your touch like it would make him cum. He nodded mindlessly, sweat and rain making his hair cling to his face. “God,” he swore. “You do, ____—you d’serve it so much�� so much…”

You cupped Sam's sweaty, tacky jaw, and he sighed like you’d rubbed him through his jeans. You resisted the urge to do just that, asking, “Can I have a kiss, Sammy?”

Sam peeled himself off the seat and rolled into your arms. The hand on your thigh was joined by a second, bracing his huge, sturdy palms on your legs in a way that made you grateful you weren't balancing on them, and with his face nestled in your hands and his eyes all dewy for you, Sam kissed you. You knew that that was it—every time you found your way to a kiss with him, it was the final straw. You loved him. Sam kissed you like he loved you too, pecking you soft and light like you were his dream girl, like he only wanted to treat you gentle, since so often his hands were forced to do the opposite. Quickly, your fingers were in his rain-tangled hair. Sam drew back to groan and then angled his head, pecking you in deep and loving bursts until you were giggling at him. He kissed those giggles too, smiling into his dimples. Sam never failed to make your heart go rabid when he did that, kissing you good; you had seen him kiss other girls before, and he never seemed as skilled or intuitive unless it was with you. Something tirelessly drove him to impress you.

You urged Sam's back flat to the seat again. With your leverage returned, you cupped his neck, then his shoulders, slipping your hands into his shirt, first through his collar and then up his stomach, palms seeking and appreciative. His flesh was warm and his figure was firm or yielding in all the right places. Sometimes, when you sparred and Sam was on top of you, or when you shared beds and his back was pressed to yours, you got glimpses of what Sam felt like. But now that you were free to roam where you pleased, only one signal could make its way through your nervous system: he is so beautiful. You uttered this to him in a frenzy. Sam couldn't get any redder, but you could feel his skin get warmer yourself, could press your hands flat to it and feel the life underneath, which was all the response you needed.

You licked your way into Sam's mouth. He was pliant for you as you did, whole-heartedly enjoying the filthiness of your tongue lapping and sucking at his, even if it was new to him. You laved yours from his bottom lip, across his open, wet mouth and flat against his top lip, prying approving little sounds from him. Butterflies furled and unfurled their wings in your stomach.

When you finally freed yourself, you sucked down breaths open-mouthed and fell back on your haunches.

“That's how it's gonna feel on your cock,” you proclaimed, and swiped a line of spit off his chin.

“Yeah?” Sam panted.

You wormed your fingers under the seam of your tight tee and yanked it over your head, cursing at him in a wrecked whisper. “Yeah. Then I'm gonna put you all the way in my throat, every inch of you, lickin’ and kissin’ all I can get. And when you're ready to cum, m’ gonna play with you, n’ hold you in mouth and make you sit like that.”

Sam mewled, only making your craze to get your pants off even worse. “Why?”

“‘Cause you've tortured me, baby,” you swore. You rocked back onto your tailbone and wormed off your bottoms, sucking back spit at the sight of Sam puppy-dog-eying you and palming his dick—palming his dick because of you, because of your lacy black underwear and how it looked on you. You knew you looked hot. But Sam made you feel it, like you were a Victoria's Secret cover model, like you were the hottest girl he'd ever seen, naked or otherwise. And you were—Sam had never been with anyone else. “Look at me, Sammy. You've tortured me. Made me wait to kiss you and touch you like this for so long, I almost lost my mind. So you're gonna get a taste of your own medicine, just for a bit—and when I think you can't take it anymore, just like me, then I'm gonna let you cum wherever you want. On my face, my tits, on my stomach…” you choked back a wave of unbridled, insatiable want, groaning out, “...in my mouth… inside me...”

The low, guttural noise puttering out of Sam broke. He took you by the underarms and yanked you against him, genuinely hauling you off your ass with a strength you forgot he had, little pants and miserable snarling moans pouring from him. Your mouths slotted together hard and unprettily. It knocked a girlish laugh out of you—when Sam let you breathe between sucking your face off, anyway.

“You like that idea, huh?” You teased.

Sam dropped a hand across your temple. His hand was so big that it could cover the entirety of your face, or perfectly seal over your mouth. In ways no other man had ever done for you, he stroked your hair back all tender just so he could get a look at his girl. You nuzzled into the weight without any mind for where you were going, knowing nothing but Sam’s love and Sam’s chest expanding and shrinking between you.

Those big fawn eyes wondered up at you. “You’d let me do that? Already?”

“I’d let you do anything.” You dropped what remained of your filter. This was truly dumbfounding to him, apparently, because Sam sat there stupidly for a second with his mouth open. He snapped it shut as you neared your faces, making it even easier to press a kiss to the seam of his mouth. “Any other man would take advantage of that chance. M’ not stupid. But you’re the only one I can think of who’d… who’d,” you searched for the words, admiring Sam’s nosebridge with your thumb. He had such pretty moles. “You’d be good to me,” you concluded.

Sam blinked. “...I’d want to be,” he smiled, sounding dulcet. Again, Sam brushed back your hair. “I mean… Anybody who wouldn’t be good to you i-is… is an idiot.”

“Exactly,” you smirked. Slow and sultry, you pressed your nose and lips into the plush of Sam’s cheek and dragged, then a little more, just glimpsing the skin with yours. He was ready and shuddering when your lips were at his ear. “That’s why it’s you I’m thinking about when I’m fingering myself.”

Another weak sound wept out of Sam. Christ, the noises he could make. If your imagination had even come close to the real thing, you would’ve been this dirty-mouthed with him ages ago.

Sam cursed, “Jesus, ____.”

“It’s true.” You pressed this promise with a kiss into his cheek, then again, at his jaw, letting yourself sink into each one with boundless pleasure. Sam melted helplessly against you, ears perked. “Every day. Every time I took a shower, after sharing a bed with you all weekend. I was always soaking wet because of something you’d done hours ago that I just couldn’t shake, hot out of my mind…” you swallowed down another onslaught of drool. “I pictured you having a hard day, y’know, needing something to perk you up. I’d haul your jeans down and lick you all over like an ice cream cone.”

Sam’s whole upper body was blushing so hard now that steam floated off him. “God, me too.”

Your brows raised. “Yeah?”

He nodded himself dizzy. “That same thing. You having a hard day. I’d… I’d…”

You leaned in, blinking in shock. “How did you imagine it?”

“We’d be kissing.” One of his long, too-long-to-be-wasted fingers followed a thread of your panties. “On your bed, the Impala, wherever we could find. I’d lay back and… and you’d crawl on top of me…get your legs around my head—”

Sam’s hot, moist breath tickled your face. So close, with your lips wet from Sam’s kissing already, it was all too easy to follow along with his fantasy. Sitting in his lap in the backseat. Laying him down there, your palms flat and steadying on his chest. Curling your thighs around his face until his nose pressed up into you, then his mouth, slipping open, and his hot, silky tongue taking long drinks of you. The sensory ghost of it alone could’ve made you cum.

You blurted: “You’d eat me out?”

One man-paw of his smoothed down the planes of your back, palming big handfuls of your skin. Now, it was his turn to smile wolfishly. Sam confessed: “I’ve always wanted to.”

The admission temporarily launched you into orbit, and for a long time you hung there, clinging to him by the shirt, dully aware of the rainy smell of him and how hard your cunt was pulsing. Sam. Your Sam, sitting with these thoughts in his head. At the same time that you were pushing your knees together when he sat beside you at the dinner table, Sam was fantasizing about getting between them. The eroticism of it already had you close to edge. Anytime you’d ever been with him, at some point, Sam had to have thought about how his fingers would feel digging into your ass-flesh while he fucked you with his tongue, while you squealed his name, the flat of your toes curled against his shoulders. Uncensored. He could’ve revealed any fantasy on top of that, but he chose this one. The one that had him pleasuring you and fucking loving it. Sam didn’t just want you—he wanted the angle that could get him the most of you, the most exposed and honest position. You fucking loved him.

You were tonguing into his mouth before Sam could finish, both hands in possessive fists around his shirt. Sam started laughing, the asshole, but you persisted, closing him in with passionate dips of your head and kissing him senseless. Your hands feasted on him, clawing into his hair and down the back of his shirt and around again. Nothing was enough. You were convinced you wouldn’t be satisfied until you were Sam, or melded into him somehow, like chocolate chips in a warm pot.

“Thought about… tasting you n’ makin’ you feel good,” Sam hissed. “So good that you’d have’ta put your fist in your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. You’d put your hands in my hair a-and… and… shit, you’d taste so good. I want to taste you so bad, ____. Want you to—” he leached you into a long, surging kiss, purring deep in his throat, “sit on my face.”

You wrestled down a choked whine, which Sam swallowed. Every movement of his mouth went straight to your pussy, echoing there. Sam must’ve known this, because he kissed you exactly as he would between your thighs, all tongue and sucking lips, unbearably hot in comparison to your untouched cunt. You could almost feel the blazing front of his mouth bearing down on you there, his breath fanning over you and his tongue—god, his fucking tongue—flexing into your clit. You broke away.

Sam’s hands hesitated at the top of your back, then all at once took two whole handfuls of your ass, and pushed up with his hips to open your thighs for him. You let slip a helpless moan. His hands were warm and calloused and everywhere, except for the precise place you needed him most. But above all else, Sam was a selfless, loving man, so immediately he was moving to drag down your panties.

“Please,” he choked. “Please, ____, please, I can—I can do it for you—lemme do it for you, baby. Let me take care a’ you.”

“Sam.”

You pressed both palms flat to Sam’s chest in an order. Sam immediately stopped, though he did not look pleased about it. You took a breath to realize the pussy-eating fiend you were soon to have all to yourself, then stepped back to your initial focus. “You’ll have to wait. Want you first, pretty boy. Have you ever even done that before?”

Sam shook his head, sending his bangs fluttering around his face. He pouted. His hands coasted along your arms, dragging you down and into him still.

Bleeding with earnestness, he husked, “No. But I’ll learn for you. I’ll practice on you over and over again, til’ I’m better than anybody you’ve ever had that way. S’ all I want.”

You bit your lip and, god, was it impossible to say no to him.

“I'm all yours, Sammy. Whatever you need, you know I'll give it to you. But we’re gonna do this first, okay?”

You wanted his first time to be good, better than good, all because of you. You wanted to be his second time. His third time too, and every time after that. And if that didn't work out, then you hoped that every time he got a blowjob in the future, it was a good one. Even if it’d be downright pitiful in comparison to the way you were gonna suck his brains out now.

You reached between you and gave Sam's strained cock a generous squeeze.

Sam lost it. “Please, you, please please—” he all but sobbed. His hips rolled up and his knees snapped apart, making room for you, inviting you in, hands making marks on your arm in his scramble for touch. “Please. I-I need it, I need—I need you, god, I want to feel—”

You hung back, absorbing the result of your work. You’d barely touched him and Sam was already out of his mind. He'd had orgasms before—you’d heard him reaching them through the wall in the shower, and his desperate choking breaths were so hot that you had touched yourself right outside the door—but as good as they'd sounded, you were determined to blow them out of the race.

Sam started for his fly, which was your cue to step in. You waved his hands away, guiding them to his stomach, where they fisted in his shirt and drew it up over his sculpted naval. You shushed and soothed, “Sam, Sammy—s’okay, you're okay. I'll take care of you, alright? I'll start right now,” you peppered kisses on his face, bent beside him on your knees. “We gotta get the seat back. Help me?”

You pushed the Impala’s bench back as far as it could go, and you made sure to lay the backrest down a few more inches, too, so Sam could relax and you had a good angle on his face. He was equally considerate and folded up a blanket for you to sit on in the footwell. As soon as Sam sat up, you evaporated into his lap. You expected him to go shy on you again, but this time Sam helped you settle there, clenching his teeth and dragging his eyes up your figure. You stood still for the examination, and the longer it went on the warmer your flaming skin got. Both of Sam’s unreasonably big hands landed on your waist at the same time, and for a moment your roles reversed, Sam’s eyes smoky and heavy-lidded as he devoured the sight of you. You felt yourself throb pathetically in your panties. You were probably the first girl Sam had ever seen intimately; and, in true Sam fashion, he consumed the new sight, cataloging and learning things. A tiny whine slipped out of you when his fingers dug into your thighs, then again when Sam’s thumb brushed under the band of your bra.

“I'm all yours,” you reminded with a smile you hoped was confident. If it was, it was ruined by you shyly and awkwardly reaching for the clasp of your bra. “Whatever you want, Sam, I can do.”

He gazed up at you through his bangs, expression bleeding with love and boyish frankness. “What do you want?”

“To make you happy,” you answered, without question. “To make this night good for you, even if it's the only night we'll have.”

Sam shook his head, absent-minded. A slow, clever, panty-dropping smile developed on his face, something that was clearly common in the men of his family.

“You said that most guys you're with, like this…” he thought aloud. Sam brought you close to him, and when your shadow fell across him and you were nose to nose, he slid two warm fingers up your back and click—he was pulling your brassiere off your shoulders. “You said that most of them can't find a way around a bra, nevermind you,” he observed. “We're going to need more nights if I'm going to prove to you that I'm different.”

“Sam,” you whispered, “you were always different from them.”

You pushed him back against the seat, aligning his spine with it, and as soon as Sam hung his arms over his head you were kissing him wet and deep, both of your hands sliding and groping along the firm muscle of his raised biceps. Now only a flimsy tee stood between them, and you were as rude with it as you were with anything else keeping you from Sam. The long, muscular frame you’d been fantasizing about for years was exposed to you now, and you wasted no time getting acquainted with it. Only recently had Sam started to linger in wet t-shirts in front of you or guide your hands under his shirt as you cuddled—for longer, you’d had no clue what he looked like under his clothes. Dean got all the credit for being John's perfect hunter, but Sam had the perfect hunter's body, barrel-chested huge and wood-shattering strong.

You sunk onto your hands and knees, palming him, groping him, caressing him, outlining the lines of his muscles and his ribs with your fingers. Nobody could resist the temptation to kiss him all over, and in all fairness, you had promised. You dragged your mouth down Sam's chest, kissing the center seam of his body to his happy trail. You almost lost yourself pleasuring him this way; at the sound of Sam's deep breathing, you endured, hovering over your prize instead. You knew you must've looked beyond turned on: your dark eyes were wild, dilated and glittering with want, your panties were soaked through and your lip was almost bleeding you were biting it so hard.

“Fuck,” you cursed, settled back on Sam's thighs, “I've wanted to blow you stupid for years, Sam… it didn't matter what you looked like underneath here or not… but fuck, I feel like a schoolgirl, drooling over all these muscles. You used to be so lanky.”

“Hard to be healthy on the road,” Sam flushed. “We're fighting monsters every day, it’d be stupid to die to a heart condition…or… something.”

“Yeah,” you groaned before you could contain yourself, “but you're sure not making this crush I have on you any easier.”

Sam whispered, sounding coy as he plucked the waistband of your panties. There was that dimply smile again. “You got a crush on me, pretty girl?”

The next words poured out of you as sensually and devoutly as you felt them: “Yeah,” slow, you dismounted his thighs, folded your legs in between Sam's, and finally, finally, sunk on your shins into the footwell. “You wanna see what I do for the men I crush on, baby?”

“So bad. So damn bad,” Sam begged, and it was surreal to finally see what he looked like from this angle, since you’d been dreaming of it for so long. His head lolled back and all you could see of him was the sexy column of his throat and all the soft red lines you’d put in his skin there, just bright enough to see. His chin lowered so Sam could look at you, and sweet lord—there were those fawn brown eyes, drowning in the darkness and the black of his lashes. They boiled over with devotion and willingness and thirst, teased for far too long now. You almost felt bad enough to cut him some slack. But now you were here, with Sam's cock just inches from where it should be, and you couldn't just start going easy on him.

You did exactly what you said you would, so Sam knew what was coming. As promised, you hunkered down on the blanket Sam had folded, letting your knees settle comfortably on the floor. Then you started in on him. You played your nails across his legs, stroking the sides of his thighs, feeling how his pants clung to his skin. On his lap, it was impossible not to fantasize about Sam sitting you on one of his legs and inviting you to rut across his solid, powerful jean-clad thigh. It took a lot to make you feel tiny—but Sam did just that. Crouched down at his feet like this, Sam only seemed bigger and his body better built than usual. You pressed your cheek against his inner thigh and just basked in him.

Sam writhed having you so close to the source of his suffering. “Please,” he sighed below his breath.

“Please what?” You grinned, wolfish.

You turned inwards and kissed the inner seam of Sam's jeans, right on the denim path to his aching cock. Just inches from your face, angled down Sam's pantleg, was a heavy, massive tent more than the width of both your hands put together. Fuck, it'd been even longer since your last good blowjob than you’d thought it'd been. Just seeing the outline made your cunt pulse. Pressing your kiss-swollen lips to the denim above the head bolted molten hot desire straight to your core, and for Sam it was no less extreme, his hands curling into fists on his chest.

His eyes squeezed shut, and the little hoarse squeak that left him made you forget your gag reflex entirely. Sam moaned, “Please please please put me in your mouth—____, p-please.”

“I think you're a little ahead of me, Sammy…”

Your voice dripped with liquid sex. You steadied your hands on Sam's knees and bent forward again, nuzzling his cock with your nose and cheeks, glittering obsidian eyes devouring Sam's softest reactions. He was sensitive—even more sensitive than you’d been hoping for. Just the tiniest lick through scratchy fabric had his toes curling. Again, your nails scraped down his thighs. This time you leaned forward as the gesture drew back, bringing you up to Sam's happy trail. And man, happy it was–it was the centerpiece for miles of twitching, gleaming, sweaty muscle, soft-blended abs, hard-cut v-lines and all.

“Let's start by getting these tight, constricting pants off your first.” you smirked. “How does that sound? You must be uncomfortable, Sammy.”

He was, to the point that just the thought of getting them off had his hips arching toward you on the seat. Pitifully, Sam pleaded, “____. C'mon. Anything.”

“S’okay…” you whispered. You kissed the button of his jeans. “I'll get it off and you'll feel so good, darlin…”

Sam watched you from over his heaving chest, so hard that he was delirious, quavering miserably when your touch disappeared. His soft desperate gasps reminded you of the noises he made when he had dirty dreams sleeping next to you. The few times it'd happened, you just endured it until you drifted off to fatally horny sleep. But once it'd been your name he was sighing like that. It took every ounce of strength you had not to roll over and jerk him off right there. The scene was so vivid it was painful, and you could easily imagine yourself cuddling up to his back and stroking him sweet and slow half-out of his pajama pants, your cheek to his shoulder. Or even better, crawling under your shared sheets and deepthroating him awake. You wondered if Sam had ever heard the dreams you had of him. Or how many times you’d fucked yourself in the shower, imagining him reaming you into the tile like an animal. You had never dreamt of another man that way, or loved a different one so terribly that it made you reckless.

Sam watched you with wide, long-lashed eyes. Nobody else could look so innocent watching somebody get ready to suck their dick. Every time you glanced past his chest, you expected the perverted revelry you got from your other partners to reveal itself on his face. But, god. Sam. He basked in you, in your touch, arching up to meet your hands and worshipping your with his gaze. Love downpoured from every molecule of him. All his reserve had shredded away, taking any reason he had to hide right along with it. I love you I love you I love you, his body wept.

The second you got the fabric corner of his jean-opening in your teeth, Sam’s lips parted, and you remembered all the times you’d tie cherry stems in your mouth to impress him—how many popsicles you’d enjoyed all too slowly and vocally while Sam was watching. It took just one pull of your chin and his fly was off the button. One more and his zipper was in your teeth. You dragged down your head, sultry eyes never leaving his even when you got his fly open, and soaked up the look on Sam's face as he realized the kind of professional he was dealing with.

“...Wow,” Sam gaped. I've hit the jackpot, his wide eyes said.

“Up,” you instructed, and let your grin say the rest. Excitement was burning between your legs now. You tugged on his belt loops until Sam raised his hips, giving you the room to pile them around his ankles.

When you brought your eyes back up, your breath caught. Sam was hard enough to crack steel. You couldn't believe your own luck here. The boy you’d been head over heels for since before you could speak, the man you’d devoted half your life to, and he was so hot for you that he could hardly breathe.

“You don't know how long I've been fantasizing about this.” Your voice was almost too hoarse to hear over the rain, a prayer's voice. You drew yourself between Sam's thighs, and shaking from head to toe with hunger, you spread both palms over his hips and dragged your mouth up Sam's length in his boxers.

Sam had already given himself up to the pleasure. His nails seared into the upholstery, and he moaned, rocketing up, off his back, rocking into you already. The neediness of it burst another tank of heat and love and lust inside you—your Sam, above you, about to be yours, begging so pretty for you… Fuck, heaven would be boring in comparison.

“____, please, baby, please I need it,” he almost sobbed, “I'll do anything anything ____ I ju-just, I just want you. I want your mouth on me I wanna—god, please ____, how good you feel, I want it, please—”

“Anything you want, Sammy, you can have anything,” you soothed, muffled and slurred by your dragging kisses.

“M’ all yours, all yours, all this cock just for you, g-god yeah—your mouth ____ please I need your mouth—”

There was so much drool built up under your tongue that you had to swallow to speak—but you decided against it, saving it for your prize instead. You couldn't wait a second more. You were hooking your fingers in Sam's briefs before you could second-guess, before you could even think to judge if you should unravel Sam a little more—but he was there, bucking for you already, so there was no use waiting. He couldn't even lift his hips before you’d yanked his boxers out of the way. You felt him in your hand and all of it—the length of his cock, the weight of it, the fact that it was Sam, had you sinking into his lap like a priest into a sermon, flesh into the earth, and instantly you threw yourself into the task like you’d never done for any other man. This was for Sam.

You took in just a bit of him at first, enough to introduce him to the hot, velvety heat of your mouth and wet him with a single good suck. Sam's sob cut off with his breath. He was careful to treat you right, even like this. One of his hands had startled into your hair, the pleasure was so much for him. It never did anything more than jolt—he wasn't the type to just shove you on him, anyway. Your smile felt obscene with your lips slick and swollen around him; your tongue gave the lightest lap at the special spot under his tip, and Sam strangled down a filthy, whining mewl. His head was plump and comfortable on your jaw, so you gave it your first dose of attention, loosening your seal around it so you could share your drool with the rest of him. You hollowed your cheeks and brought him a little further into your mouth, shattering what remained of Sam's strength. He sunk back against the seat, exhausted, and watched you bracingly from above, sucking down breaths. Already, there was enough spit on him to make Sam's cock gleam like your lips. It clung to your chin and the tip of your nose in shining patches. Sam ran a hand through his hair and lazily studied you as you sucked him off, falling further in love with you by the second.

“That's it,” Sam cooed. He sounded broken and thready, but he insisted on curling your hair around his fingers, dizzy. “So good, ____—suck it, just like that, please, baby, j-just… ohh, fuckkk…”

Suck it, he'd said. You did as told. The command vibrated through your whole overshot body, and your throbbing, weeping cunt only felt emptier hearing the order. Sam filled up your mouth so well that your cheeks were puffy. He was the perfect size for you—a damn perfect masterpiece. His girth sat thick in your hands, veiny in ways that you wanted to feel with your pussy. Oral had always been enough before, but already you wanted Sam more than air, and more than that, wanted to blow him so good that he'd reward you for it. You tested out a few lower bobs, his cock slick and sticky between your fingers now, and every time you suckled on him Sam squeezed his eyes shut all pretty. The rain was dying out, so the liquid noise your lips made on him filled every crevice of the Impala louder than before. The pop of you slipping off his cock almost echoed.

“Tell me what you want,” you coached, your voice just as broken and hushed as Sam's. You couldn't even part from him that long, and dipped again to whorl your tongue around Sam's heavy tip. “Whatever you need, Sam,” you punctuated the reminder with a long, flat drag of your tongue from his base to the special spot under his tip, and beamed; Sam yelped. “I love it… I love,” you swallowed, “I love doing this for you.”

Sam worked his fingers into your untamed hair, and you did fucking love it. On the floor your knees were aching, but it and everything else was numb to the rolling glide of cock slotting into your mouth, of Sam reveling in your lips and tongue on him, watching you give it all just because he asked.

Sam’s knuckles caressed your cheekbone. “Wrap your lips around the head. Tight.”

You listened. He was more than comfortable on your jaw now, so your lips molded nicely to him, sealing and hollowing so he was even more snug in his new favorite place.

“Good girl,” Sam groaned, probably on instinct, but you stroked him faster for the praise, so he repeated it until his mind was muddy. “Lick the part unde—oh very, very good girl… I wish you could see yourself… I-I want…” he hissed in delight, “you look so pretty, ____… so pretty with my cock in your mouth, god…”

Holy shit. You had never really paid attention to that kind of talk before during sex, busied with the task at hand, but there was something euphoric about the way he said it to you now, your shy Sam, your Sam, his voice raspy, his pink mouth panting and open, his hands all over you, talking to you like he’d always wanted to say that. Your cunt ached.

With a deadly rumble spilling up from your chest, you slipped off his head and laved your gluttonous mouth down Sam’s soaking shaft, kissing, tonguing and sucking at whatever flesh you could find.

“Keep talking like that,” you begged into his base, breathless.

Sam listened. He cupped the sweat-slick nape of your neck, his hand easily broad enough to cover your back blade to blade, and in a messy, groping haze, dragged it up against your cheek. “Never seen you like this,” he purred, “eyes… all dark and… hot… lookin’ up at me… you’re so tiny between my legs like that.”

You couldn’t have restrained yourself if you tried. A weak whine seeped out of you. Sam’s thumb pushed into your cheek and you turned, lapping at it, then covering his hand with one of your own and searing kisses all over his palm. It was heavy and perfect for smudging your nose into. You sunk two open-mouthed kisses into Sam’s wrist where his bracelet was, then up his forearm, knowing only his body and how it could connect to your mouth. His pulse thudded furiously. Just as fast as you’d nuzzled up to him, you returned to Sam’s thick thumb, sucking it deep and right as he watched in rapture. The filthy delight written all over those mesmerized eyes had you praying to him.

“Wanna do this all the time,” Sam swallowed. He was all stream-of-consciousness now, too frenzied to filter himself. “Watch you suck me off… watch those perfect lips disappear around me, _____… y-you… oh, god, you are a natural, baby…”

His other hand, again, flushed your hair away from her forehead. All the love put into your face at once rooted you to the spot. It was miraculous, how special Sam could make you feel with just a few light touches. Bleeding with tenderness, he caressed your shoulders, your cheeks, your jaw, your hair, feasting on you as you had him.

Sam pushed the meat of his thumb into your swollen lip. “Open for me. Yeah… oh, yeah, let me watch you put it in…”

Your lips parted, mostly out of shock—when had Sam started thinking like this? A deeper part of your mind registered it all as innocent teasing, since Sam could never hurt or demean you; he was the basest definition of good to you. Regardless, you were more than willing to obey, and opened wide, tongue splayed for the heavy head of Sam’s dick. The extra kick of his pre-come had your toes curling every single time. But combined with Sam’s ruddy-cheeked, enraptured staring, just one touch to your clit would bring you over the edge. You forced your knees apart on the floor and held off. Just in case Sam intended to keep his promise.

The easiest way to put Sam’s dick into words was by comparing it to a warm, solid lollipop that took up your whole mouth, like the twisty kind from the carnival that eclipsed your whole face, chin to forehead. You’d been mourning Sam’s scrawniness after his four years away at college, but now you were nothing but grateful for the extra mass. Sam was really, really big. Bigger than anyone else you’d been with. He could’ve been any size and you would’ve been just as rabid for him, but there was something specifically hot about sucking him down as far as you could and failing to hit the bottom. It took effort to get there. You lazily pumped what you had left of his shaft, and in slow, deliberate surges of your spit-wet mouth, you earned an inch, then another.

Sam moaned so gutturally you felt it rumble under your palms. It was so Sam, in that it was like any sound you’d ever heard him make, sighing at a stupid joke, snarling during a fight, but this time it was him losing it because you were giving him a blowjob. Because you’d snuck away like idiot teenagers and you were blowing him good and filthy in Baby’s front seat.

“I-I thought about you all day,” he licked his lips, “all week, like this… it’s, you are so much better than I thought… m’ gonna make you cum so good for me.”

You wished that he could feel the way your cunt had fluttered at that. All you could do in answer was hum in approval, since you were so drunk off him, off the girth pressing against the start of your throat, that you couldn't even lift your head to speak. You did the opposite, pushing down and surging Sam's length in deeper and further than you’d gone before. The half-hour you’d poured into warming up for this was instantly worth it. You were by no means an amateur. Blowjobs, as a sexual activity, were with ease your favorite—but deepthroating was where your real talent lay. Wielding your skill, you relaxed your sore jaw and pressed forward.

The initial burn waited for you there, but Sam’s reaction was priceless.

Every muscle in his body snapped in, a taut coil broken in one motion. A strangled gasp broke from his throat. Sam's entire torso bore forward and his hips surged up to your face in a voiceless gasp, which you’d been expecting. You pinned them back down and dug for it, giving him no room to breathe, mashing your nose into his abs and hanging there, lingering, suckling, gagging, so all Sam could feel was the soft, hot, velvet pulse of your throat around his spent cock.

“I’m. I-I—”

You sucked harder, bringing a wave of spit with you, and closed a hand around Sam’s closest fist. Drool seeped over your knuckles. He spasmed. His voice tore, cutting off.

It was a little hard, but with practice—and you could practice on Sam for days, if that’s what it took—the ache would fade. All the pleasure was in the act itself, in your own slobbering sounds, the drool, and above all else the punch-to-the-teeth thrill it gave. Every inch of Sam’s pretty virgin dick was stuffing your throat. You could barely hollow your cheeks around him, Sam was so thick. His cock pulsed, once, then twice, then over and over. No other person in the world could claim him like you could, and no other person would ever have him like you had.

Sam came, and hard.

His thighs snapped closed around your ribs. He hung in place bent up over you, twitching mid-sob. Both of his hands snapped around your head, then his arms in full, scrabbling across your back, crazed, heaving, coating you entirely in the woody smell of him.

You flattened your palms to his thighs and drew upward. When it was just half his shaft in your mouth, so coated in saliva that you were connected to it in cloying strings, you persisted. The first spurt of him on your tongue detonated a ruthless orgasm deep within you on the spot. You latched onto him as it crested through you, digging your nails into Sam’s rolling hips, back and toes curled, pressing closer and swallowing the mouth-watering load you’d been dying to taste for years now. It came with its own gratified explosion of ecstasy. Your pussy sobbed, clenching without end, wracking your whole body with delicious waves of mind-whiting pleasure. The taste of him conquered you—fuck, he tasted perfect, salty and organic and human and Sam. It was a sugar rush of earthy sweetness that burned straight to your overwrought core.

You could’ve unburied yourself and let Sam finish anywhere, since he was already so mindless underneath your spell that anything would’ve pleased him. But there was something potent and intimate in being able to taste him. His body—every divine inch of it was yours, and a piece of him was filling an empty place in you.

You should’ve guessed by the size of him alone, but christ, Sam came whole glassfuls. His cum bubbled up into your mouth and spilled out of the corners of your lips, and you relished in it, drinking him down, whorling your tongue around his fleshy head, soaking up every second of your hard work’s result. The taste of him overwhelmed and surrounded you. The act did. It was in every facet a religious experience, angels singing, clouds parting, the sun glowing over them—all of it. Sam went down your throat piping hot, and you swore you could feel his cum gliding all the way to your stomach.

You slipped off him with a gasp. Hoarse, weak sighs huffed from your blazing lungs.

Slowly, as your orgasm ebbed further from your mind, your surroundings filtered back in. Peeling yourself away from him effectively rebooted all the systems in your body again. You could hear the rain bearing down on the Impala’s windshield overhead. Both of your palms were sticky and cloying with saliva. The whole lower half of your face, your abused lips, your aching jaw, your glistening cheeks, were slathered with slick. Your throat felt raw but recently balmed, like you’d swallowed a spoonful of honey to heal a soreness. Each of your knees had been stuck in place for so long that they were both numb, so the scratchy blanket beneath them seemed to ripple with pins and needles.

And Sam. Sam’s weight was braced in his hands, pressed flat to the dash, putting your face between the long bridge-arch of his shoulders. He’d collapsed around you in the footwell, shuddering and gasping for breath, and through the sea of endorphins and hormones, he managed to press his tacky forehead to yours.

You panted together; you inhaled and so did he, atoms apart, nearly mouth to mouth. Sam’s hot breath fanned across your face, cooling the saliva there.

It was something out of some old Italian sculpture, a Pietà, two nude figures entwined, expressing their love in form alone. You were collapsed on your knees, a worshipper gazing up at your saint. Sam was bent over you almost uncomfortably, every fiber of his body yearning for closeness, but close wasn’t close enough to you, his face smushed into yours and his jaw slack.

He looked nothing short of lovesick.

Hands shaking, you cupped Sam’s face. You pressed your thumbs into his warm, flushed cheekbones, then his dimples when he smiled dizzily at you, his girl.

You swallowed. “Did you like that?” You closed her eyes, hoping aloud, “...Did I… did I do a good job for you, Sammy?”

Sam surprised you. The haziness in his eyes cleared more and more with each inhale, until eventually, he was blinking down at you without guile. He burst out laughing.

“...There’s no way it was that bad,” you deadpanned. It didn’t hold for long, with him giggling over you like that. You fought against a mean, vibrant smile and its matching flush. “Alright, Sam, shut up! Quit laughing, you ass! What the hell did I—”

With the seat pushed back as far as it was, Sam had the room to get his hands under your arms again and drag you up onto his lap in one sturdy motion. Your shoulders quaked with laughter the whole time. Suddenly, his face and chest and throat were flush with yours. It was enough to drive a person crazy. Like before, Sam slotted your mouths together. The difference this time was that his cum was all over your face—but Sam could care less. You went from kissing him to gaping, since Sam dotted each filthy lick of your tongues with a heavy lap across your cheek or your chin. Tasting himself. On you. Fucking hell.

“Stop gawking n’ kiss me,” Sam insisted. He pawed at your back for emphasis, then your shoulders from below, adjusting your weight on his thighs since in your shock you’d dropped on him completely.

(And that was definitely a hard-on scooping against your inner thigh. Fucking fuck. Jesus Christ. Holy shit, Sam.)

“You were better n’ good,” he shivered. Filthily and innocently all at once, he grinned, “...I can’t believe… that was how my first time went. I can’t believe you… You, you just…”

He struggled for words. Eventually, Sam purred: “You are a natural.”

I love you, you almost blurted. You deliberately filled your lungs to calm yourself down. Your arms were around Sam’s neck and he was gazing up at you, brimming with satisfaction and gratitude and boundless, unhidden love. Dangerous territory. His taste had sunk thick and sweet on your tongue, so you both moan when you share it with him in a surging kiss.

“Anytime,” you rasped, maybe sounding a bit desperate. You were. Sam was everything you wanted in a thousand different ways, so you refused to let the moment go. In the black darkness, you laid kisses into him until your lips tingled. “I fucking—ugh. That was perfect. You were perfect. If… if you ever want me like that again—”

“I do,” was Sam’s immediate, unflinching answer. “But… I have a condition.”

He swallowed. At first, you figured he was nervous, and knowing it was his first time you doubted he wasn’t. But then Sam’s eyes flashed. Both of his enormous hands smoothed down your waist, kneading the flesh, squeezing you around the sides so his thumbs were in your belly, then his fingers were sliding flat to your hip and down. They plucked under the waistband of your underwear—the last and only layer between you.

“Every time you go down on me,” his hungry, sultry gaze devoured yours, “I get to practice on you, too.”

part two.

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