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sainamoonshine · 2 years
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Not me reading Nona the Ninth and the pulling THAT tarot card to hang near my desk at work…
From the Lubanko tarot
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jovialyouthmusic · 3 years
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Lovelink Fanfic
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Albert continues to make an impression on his Lovelink Match
Word Count 2395
A/N A smutty chapter, so No under 18s Otherwise, it also has fluff. If you like it let me know and I’ll tag you in the following chapters
4 Better and Better
As promised, I spent my day cleaning and tidying, hoping that Albert wouldn’t be kept too long by his family. I kept getting flashbacks of the previous night, and would have to stop what I was doing and let myself cool off. At two o’clock the doorbell rang and I ran to it, hoping he was back, although I knew it was far too early. I looked through the peephole to be confronted by a riot of colour, and opened the door to find a delivery boy almost dwarfed by a huge flower arrangement.
‘Special delivery Ma’am’ he wheezed. My front door was accessed from the suburban street by stone steps, but I didn’t think they were enough to challenge anyone with a normal level of fitness.
‘Thankyou – are you okay?’ I asked. He sneezed.
‘Allergies’ he grumbled ‘I hate delivering flowers’ I stared at him.
‘Then maybe you shouldn’t?’ I suggested. He laughed hollowly.
‘Can’t turn down work nowadays. Anyway, here they are’ He handed them over and almost ran back down the steps to his van, sneezing violently. I wrestled the blooms inside and took them through to the kitchen. The card read Looking forward to rushing your position. Prepare for action I laughed, my cheeks flushing. My phone pinged with a text message.
Did you just get a delivery?
Yes, thanks. They’re beautiful
So are you. Need to compare
Then hurry back, soldier
Yes Ma’am. Will text you when I set off
I smiled fondly and put the flowers in water and displayed them in my lounge by the window that looked out onto the little patch of grass at the front of the building. The rest of the afternoon flew by as I threw myself into the task of transforming my small apartment. I was amazed at how good the place looked, and wondered why I hadn’t made the effort before. Well, I reasoned, I hadn’t had Albert over before. I knew he kept his kit in good order and didn’t want him to think I was a lazy slob. At last my phone pinged. He’d told me he’d be eating with family and wouldn’t need anything, so that left the evening free for…
On my way Ma’am
Hurry back
Nothing will stop me
Safe journey
I showered and washed and dried my hair, deciding on another slip under my robe. When the doorbell rang I paused for just a second to check my hair before flinging the door open. I was in his arms instantly and he swung me inside, kicking the door shut, pushing me against the wall and pressing his lips to mine. We kissed frantically, and I pushed and pulled at his clothes until I found bare flesh. His hands went from my face to my breasts to my hips, finding the gap in my robe and fumbling for the hem of my slip. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily.
‘How are you after last night? He asked ‘Not too sore?’
‘I’m ready for action, soldier’ I grinned. He grunted with satisfaction and went back to the job in hand, exploring my body thoroughly, pushing the silky fabric aside, hitching up my slip.
‘I like the way you dress, Ma’am’ His hands slid around to cup my buttocks, and he groaned in appreciation ‘No panties?’ he marvelled ‘Fuck’
‘Yes please’ I panted, and pivoted as he struggled out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. We stumbled along the hall toward the bedroom, shedding his clothes as we went, kissing, touching, gasping. We stopped just short of the door, where he slid his hands underneath my hips to lift me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his obvious arousal and pressing myself against it. He still had his shirt on, buttons undone, and he’d dropped and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He reached for the bedroom door handle.
‘You said you’d ravish me in the hall’ I gasped, unwrapping my legs and letting myself down.
‘I did – but I don’t have any protection’ I reached into the pocket of my robe and  produced a condom. He chuckled
‘You thought of everything’
‘I had plenty of time’ He fumbled the packet open and rolled the rubber over his length before kissing me. Again I wrapped my legs around his waist, but this time we manoeuvred together until he started to stretch and enter me.
‘Oh shit’ I gasped as he buried himself deeper and deeper. Up to the hilt, he grunted and leaned into me, letting his forehead rest on my shoulder, and we stayed still for a moment, relishing the feeling of being joined again. His breath was hot on my shoulder and I could feel the wild beating of his heart. He withdrew slowly, and just as slowly slid back in. I moaned in ecstasy, clinging on tight and pulling him against me with my legs. He started up a slow rhythm, pausing from time to time for me to squirm and urge him on.
‘Fuck, you feel good’ he groaned ‘I don’t ever want to stop’ I arched my back against the wall and pushed my pelvis against him, my clitoris grinding against him. I whimpered with need and he started again, each thrust solid and steady. I could feel him trembling with the effort so I tilted my pelvis in time with his thrusts until I could almost see stars and felt the sweet build up of my climax begin.
‘I – oh fuck. I’m close’ I gasped. He let out a great groan, his thrusts losing rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to prevent what was happening deep inside me. The sweet rush of warmth and pulsing blossomed and built and ebbed and radiated outward. I was vaguely aware of his last few thrusts and groans and shudders, and at last we were still, hearts hammering and breath rasping, slowing.
He braced one hand against the wall and carefully withdrew, making sure the condom was safe and secure. I unwrapped my legs from him and slowly lowered them to the ground, trembling and shaking, arms still wrapped around his broad shoulders until I could support myself. I slid down the wall and he followed me to the floor, kneeling to get his breath back. We sat, me against the wall with my knees drawn up, he beside me angled toward me, stroking my cheek. I turned my head toward him, and he pulled back and kissed me, a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. I could smell his musk and my own sweat and didn’t care.
‘Damn that was good’ he murmured ‘Worth waiting for. We’d better go clean up’ He rummaged in his discarded trousers to get a pack of tissues out and carefully take off the spent condom before giving me his hand and helping me up. We made our way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower together, not resisting the temptation to make out in the tiny cubicle but stepping out and towelling off before we got carried away.
‘How was your Mum?’ I asked . He grinned sheepishly
‘I managed to keep things vague when she asked where I was going’ he replied ‘She could tell I was hiding something, but she didn’t pry.’ He held my gaze ‘I just want you for myself for a bit longer’ he explained, and I nodded.
‘Me too. How were your Dad and brothers?’
‘They were out on the trawler so I’m afraid I’ll be away tomorrow evening’ he grimaced ‘They like to take me out on the town when I get back, so I’ll probably have to stop overnight’
‘Oh’ I said ‘But family’s important’
‘So’s the state of my liver. I’ve hardly drunk anything for weeks, I’m a bit of a lightweight right now’
‘You’ll have to pace yourself’ I suggested ‘Drink plenty of water’
‘Believe me, the last thing I want this week is a hangover. I want to spend as much quality time with you as I can. I may only have six months of service left, but I don’t know where I’ll end up or for how long.’
It wasn’t late, so Albert dressed in jeans and t shirt and I put some cotton pyjamas on. I got him a beer from the fridge, opening a bottle of wine for myself and suggested we watch TV together.
‘What sort of thing do you want to watch?’ I asked
‘Nothing too graphic’ he said ‘I’ve been lucky not to have seen much action, but I like to watch more restful stuff when I’m off base.’
‘Right, how about a rom com or period drama – something you’ve seen before, or something new? Anything you’re waiting to catch up with?’
‘I’d like nothing better than watching something soft and sloppy with you’ he grinned ‘You choose’
‘I’ve not watched Bridget Jones for a while, how about that?’
‘Sure thing Ma’am’ We settled down on the couch, and I nestled into him, knees drawn up and wine glass in hand. He drank his beer straight from the bottle, and we sat quietly watching for a while.
‘Are you hungry?’ I asked ‘I know you said you were eating early, but I can get something if you like. I don’t really do TV snacks. I’d be the size of a bus if I did’
‘I like curvy women’ he teased, squeezing my waist. ‘But I’m fine, we had a big lunch’
‘What was the catering like when you were working?’ I asked
‘Nothing special, standard rations’ he replied ‘It’s nice to be able to pick what I eat and have home cooked food’
‘You were escorting some bigwig weren’t you?’ I asked ‘Didn’t you get to go to any banquets?’ He laughed
‘I’m not at liberty to give you any details, but no. Military escorts have their own supplies. It wouldn’t do if our VIP got sick from food poisoning and we came down with it too’
‘Huh, hadn’t thought of that’ We went back to watching, and before long I found myself yawning.
‘Time to turn in’ Albert said, and pulled at my pyjama top ‘Are you keeping those jammies on to stop me from having my way with you?’
‘They’re easily taken off – and why wouldn’t I want you to ravish me again?’ I sat up and turned around, straddling him and pinning him to the couch ‘Or it might be me taking advantage of you’
‘Take all the advantage you want. Ma’am, I’m all yours’
‘You bet you are, soldier’ I said, and leaned forward to kiss him passionately.
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I woke with the dawn, luckily without any nightmares or flashbacks. I knew instantly where I was, with the warmth of my angel nestled up beside me. Her face was peaceful, innocent, and her hair draped softly onto my shoulder. I had pins and needles from having my arm around her shoulders but daren’t wake her, so I lay listening to her breathe, enduring as my hand went numb.
My mind went back to the previous evening, when she had pinned me down on the couch and kissed me hungrily. Despite her yawning only a few moments before she was eager to make love, disappearing for a moment to fetch a condom before standing in front of me to strip naked. I sat watching her, my arousal increasing as she straddled me again. I lay back, letting her lead, only resting my hands on her hips as she unfastened my jeans. Before long I was exposed and ready for action, and I groaned as her cool fingers wrapped around my shaft. She backed up to lean down and press her tongue to it.
Being thick, it was a bit of a mouthful for her, but she did a good job at getting me fired up before rolling the condom onto it. She straddled me again, slowly sinking on to me as I gazed at her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but touch them, watching her nipples harden and leaning forward to take one golden areola into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. She moaned and gyrated, her wet velvety softness enveloping me. She rode me relentlessly, and I found it difficult to hold back for her climax, but we came together – a feat I had rarely managed with other partners, but which we achieved easily. After that she had climbed back off me and we cleaned up before making our way to bed where we both swiftly fell asleep.
Now, she took a sudden intake of breath and her eyelids flickered. I watched as they opened and a slow smile spread over her face.
‘Morning, beautiful’ I said softly
‘Morning soldier’ she answered back sleepily. I retrieved my arm and shook it to get the circulation going ‘Oh did I do that? Sorry’ she asked.
‘I’d rather wake every morning the rest of my life with a dead arm if you’re with me’ I kissed her cheek. She lay gazing at me, and I drank in the sight of her too.
‘What shall we do today? When are you going to meet your Dad?’ she asked. I sighed, remembering my time was still not my own. I loved my family, but I wanted most of all to stay with her.
‘Not till late afternoon, so I’m all yours until then’ I stroked her hair, drinking in the scent and sight of her like an intoxicating drug. ‘I’d be very happy just to stay in bed with, but I think perhaps we should get some exercise – some other kind of exercise’
‘Damn, I thought I could catch you out there’ she smiled ‘That’s probably a good idea. I’m a little sore this morning but I can’t help but want to go another round’
‘Have you forgotten there are ways of having an orgasm without penetration? I seem to remember you quite enjoyed it first time round’ I referred to when I had arrived the day before yesterday, when I had used my lips and tongue and fingers to bring her to her first wild (and noisy) climax. If my hair had been long enough for her to pull, I thought to myself, I’d probably have lost a patch or two.
‘Ohhhh soldier’ she purred ‘I think you might have to remind me.’
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ravensading · 3 years
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It Was You - Chapter 1
Jeon Jungkook tapped his fingers nervously as the car sped through the city.  His plane had been delayed to the point he couldn't stop by his apartment before the party.  He had been able to keep his suit jacket relatively wrinkle-free, but he had slept in his shirt in an awkward position and it wasn't in the best shape.  He sighed.  He was told that under no circumstance could he be late.  It was his eldest hyung's engagement party, and as family, he was expected to be on time and to greet guests.  
The car pulled up to the hotel, and he got out, looking up at the glass building.  He tipped the driver as his bag was placed next to him, and he went inside to join the party.
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"Jungkook-ah, why do your clothes look like that?"
"Eomma, I came here straight from the airport, I didn't have time to-"  He didn't have time to finish his sentence when his mother ushered him towards the elevator.  
"Go up to Joon's room.  Here's the key.  He should have an extra dress shirt that isn't wrinkled."
"But his clothes don't fit-"
"Go."  His mother said, more firmly.  "Quickly, or you'll be late!"
He sighed and went into the elevator.
Jungkook looked at the room number as he walked down the hall.  He used the key card on door 4501 and went in.  He saw his hyung standing in the middle of the suite, knotting his tie.
"Kook!"  Namjoon exclaimed, coming over to greet him and giving him a hug. 
"There you are."
"Sorry, hyung.  Eomma sent me up here for another shirt."  She explained sheepishly, gesturing to his wrinkled one.
Namjoon chuckled.  "I don't think I have anything in your size, but we'll have to make do.  How was your flight?"  He asked, as he went through his shirts.
"Too long.  Just delay after delay."  Jungkook rubbed a hand over his face.  "I'm happy not to be flying for a while."
Namjoon smiled, as he handed him a shirt.  "See how this one fits.  It's my biggest one, so if it doesn't you'll have to go get one of Jin-hyung's."
"But his shirts never fit me because his shoulders are too wide."  Jungkook whined.
"Well, then you'd better hope that this does the trick.  Oh, and here is your key card."
Jungkook looked at it.  "I'm not staying here?"
"No, you've got your own rooms.  It's just down the hall."
"Seems expensive to have a suite of rooms just of for me."
Namjoon smiled.  "We own this hotel, Kook. We can do whatever we want.  And now that you're officially and publicly part of the family, it's yours too."
********** Kim Yuna tugged at her dress.  
"Yuna!  Stop fidgeting!"  Her mother scolded.
"But it's so restricting!"  
"Welcome to our world, Yuna."
"CeCe-unnie, I don't WANT to be part of that world."
"Just hush."  She mother scolded again, trying to smooth out her dress.  "And sit still.  You don't want to be accidentally burned by the hair curler."
Yuna huffed.  She didn't usually whine at these events, and there were plenty of events that she had been to, considering her twin sisters were beauty queens, but this was her sisters' engagement party, which meant she couldn't wear her own clothes and blend in.  She had to stand out.
"Where are your contacts?"
Yuna pushed her glasses up.  "I ran out and only have some blue tinted ones left..."  She trailed off, hoping that the coloured contacts would not be appropriate.
"They'll have to do."
"But they're bright blue!"
"All of the idols where coloured contacts.  Everyone will just think you're trendy.
Yuna sighed, as her pin straight hair was curled beyond recognition.  It was going to be a long night.
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Five hours later, Jungkook was leaning against the bar, beginning to fight jet lag and tugging at the too small shirt.  He signalled for another drink.  He went to grab it and accidentally sloshed some over the rim, splashing some onto the woman waiting at the bar next to him.  He must have had more than he thought, as he turn to apologize.  He froze, watching the girl calmly patting herself dry, paying him no mind.  The form fitting dress fit her perfectly.  His eyes rested on the pair of cuffs around her wrists.
"I'm so sorry, here, let me help-"
"It's okay."  She said, smiling and cutting him off.  "It's fine."  The smile didn't quite meet her eyes.
"No, I can-"
"It's fine."  The girl said.  She brushed her curled hair over her shoulder and looked at him.  "Are you okay?"
"I..."  He trailed off.  Those blue contacts look amazing on her, he thought to himself.  Her eyelids had been dusted with powder that seemed to glow.
She waved a hand in front of his face when he didn't answer.  "Hello?"
"I'm..uh, I'm fine."
She tilted her head at him.  "Okay."  She turned to go and then looked back at him.  "Have a good night."  She was stopped when his hand reached out and found hers.  
"You're so beautiful.  Did you know that?"
She looked at him closely.  He was most definitely handsome, with his dark long-ish hair, doe-like eyes, and chiselled jaw.  He certainly looked sincere, but also like he'd had a few already.  "Are you always this forward?"  She peered at him. He felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice on him.  He dropped her hand.  "I'm sorry.  I just..."  He sighed.  "I just came in from a long flight, and maybe also had a few too many to drink.  Not a great combination."
"Sooo...you don't think I'm beautiful?"  She asked.
His eyes widened.  "No!  I mean yes!  I mean, yes I do think so..."  He sputtered. She laughed and put a hand on his arm.  "I'm just kidding.  That was far too easy and I couldn't resist."  She smiled at him, and this time, the smile reached her eyes.  She could be a good host and try to put him at ease again.  "So where did you fly in from?"
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A short time later, the pair stumbled into the empty hotel room, limbs entwined.  His memory was hazy, and he couldn't seem to focus on what was happening.  All he could think about was her lips and the places they were trailing.  He gripped her hips and walked her back towards the bed.  She flipped them so that he fell over first, while she straddled him and started tugging on his belt.  He slid one hand up her thigh as he rubbed his face with the other.  He tried to focus, but the jet lag and amount of alcohol he consumed was too much.  All he could do was react to her touch.
She didn't seem to mind leading though.  He fingers were quick and deft.
Screw it, he thought to himself, and flipped her over so that he was now on top.  He put his lips on her neck and sucked.  As she moaned, he took the hand she had gripping the back of his neck and kissed the wrist.  He vaguely saw a small tattoo on her inner wrist, with what looked like fire and some cursive.  He was too far gone to try and figure out what it was.
She pushed him back over and straddled him again.  He groaned as she slowly rode him, pushing them both to the edge.  As they tipped over, all he could see in his minds eye were her blue eyes...
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Kim Yuna stepped into her apartment dragging her overnight bag behind her.  She hadn't planned on coming home tonight, but after her tryst with the raven haired stranger, she decided not to stay the night at the hotel, even if the chances of running into him in the morning were slim.  She locked the door behind her and leaned against it.  She caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror.  Her immaculately curled, dark hair was a mess, her makeup was pretty much ruined, and bruises were already starting to form on her neck.
Great, she thought to herself.  Just great.  But she took a breath.  She may look like a mess, but it was totally worth it.
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Two weeks later...
"I really appreciate this, hyung."
Hoseok turned to look at the younger man.  "Why are you even taking this job, Kook?  It's not like you need the money now."
Jungkook looked embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck.  It was true, since he was now welcomed into the family as an official member, he didn't have to scrimp and hustle anymore.  At least not for the time being, anyways.  "Just because they've accepted me doesn't mean I shouldn't work."  He said, sheepishly.  "Besides, I don't officially start for another couple of months, so I want to keep busy."
Hoseok nodded.  "I had heard about your work ethic.  So Tae took you around the office?"
"Yes.  I think I met most of the staff."
"Good, good."  He turned his head as he noticed Jungkook's attention on someone with a black ballcap walking towards a corner cubicle.  "Have you met Yuna?"
The younger man shook his head.
"Come on, I'll introduce you.  She heads the development team and is also my business partner, so you'll have some contact with her."
The office was open concept with the cubicles separated by half walls.  They stepped into Yuna's corner cubicle, and Hobi rapped his knuckles right in front of her keyboard to get her attention.  She yelped and took off her headphones.  They were almost comically large on her, considering how small she was.
"Yuna, meet Jungkook.  He's one of our new game testers."
Yuna turned to look at him, and tensed.  It was him.
"Hi."  Jungkook said shyly, extending a hand for a handshake.
Yuna pushed up her glasses and looked at his tattooed hand.  She recovered quickly and tugged on her long sleeves.  "Hi."  She responded quietly.  "I'm Yuna.”
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youcancallmeelle · 6 years
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Log cabins and sexcapades: Sweet Pea x OC (NSFW)
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Life in Riverdale had gotten tense over the last two months, especially with the constant fear of the Black Hood looming over everyone and casting a shadow over everything positive.
So, as a way of escaping the anxiety of a crazed murderer for a week, my friends, my boyfriend and I were on a little retreat on the far side of Sweetwater River in the woods, a huge leap away from hooded killers, frightened teens and a Sheriff that was doing a shocking job of catching whoever it was.
It was sunny in Greendale, the grass truly was greener on the other side and the birds were chirping in harmony (something I hadn’t heard in weeks). A friend of Jughead’s, Veronica Lodge, had borrowed us her fancy log cabin in the centre of the woods as a kind favour, her and Archie had stayed behind while Betty opted to join us with her boyfriend and other Serpent associates.
According to Jughead, the cabin cost Hiram over a million dollars to have built and even had a big, private pool in the back, along with a huge garden area for parties they frequently hosted for Lodge Industries or other business ventures.
We’d travelled the short distance in a knackered van that Toni had borrowed from her Uncle Todd, we all fit in it comfortably with enough space for our few bags and supplies for the week long holiday in the cabin. We’d all become touchy towards the end of the journey, the heat becoming unbearable with six bodies crammed into a confined space in the height of summer.
Escaping to the middle of nowhere meant being at one with nature and unfortunately I wasn’t a huge fan of the outdoors and the pests it seemed to include, they were drawn to me like a magnet.
“Fuck sake, I’ve only been out of the van for two seconds and I’ve already been bitten by a stupid bug!” I seethed and hit the back of my thigh in irritation, trying to rid my skin of the critter who was attempting to feast on my blood.
“You wanna smack that ass for Daddy again?” Sweet Pea smirked teasingly down at me with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, I grinned back and circled my arms around his neck.
“Yeah? Does Daddy like that?” I taunted back, hearing the disgusted groans coming from our friends as they unpacked the van and overheard our little conversation.
“Please, you guys, just wait until you get into your room!” Fangs whined and hauled his rucksack over his shoulder, throwing Sweet Pea our shared duffle bag and hitting him in the chest.
“Don’t be jealous, Fogarty, play your cards right and we’ll let you join us.” I beamed and he rolled his chocolate eyes, flipping me off while Sweet Pea roared with laughter.
“No amount of alcohol or money could get me into bed with you two, I don’t have the stomach for some of the things you get up to behind closed doors.” He grimaced and took Toni’s bag from her, offering to carry it since she’d overpacked and made it heavier than her.
“And open doors!” Betty added, talking about the time she’d walked in on Sweets and myself going at it in one of the stalls in the women's toilets of the Whyte Wyrm.
“Whatever you say, Fogarty.” I shrugged and turned my attention back to Sweet Pea, nuzzling under his neck and biting at his throat which evoked a groan from him.
“Man, I’m going to destroy you later.” He declared loudly, reaching behind me to shove his hand in the pocket of my tiny, denim shorts and grabbing a handful of my ass. “You’re not gonna know what’s hit you, not unless it’s my cum on your face.”
“Do you two have no shame?” Toni asked, stepping around Betty and Jughead to stroll over to us with her camera in hand, obviously planning to capture every moment of this retreat whether we liked it or not.
“Same applies to you, Toni, you can join us too.” I winked at her while Sweet Pea began assaulting my neck in front of our friends, finding my pulse point pretty quickly and sucking a bruise into the skin which I hoped would fade before we returned to Riverdale.
“Babe, you couldn’t handle me.” She informed me, looking me up and down while I smirked back suggestively.
“Fuck, I’m totally picturing you both going at it.” Fangs sighed happily from beside us, closing his eyes and holding Toni’s bag over his groin. “Holy fuck, it’s a hot thought.”
“Dude, that’s my girlfriend!” Sweet Pea growled defensively, throwing a threatening look Fangs’ way.
“You’re a pig.” Toni chided and slapped his arm in disgust, he chuckled but followed her up the driveway to the entrance of the luxurious cabin that was made from a warm shade of wood and mainly glass.
“This place is amazing!” Betty blurted and we all began to trail behind them, Sweet Pea still trying to grope my backside and kiss the sensitive parts of my neck while I giggled like a school girl.
“We’re gonna take some insane pictures, Betts. Just imagine all the prints we can make!” Jughead suggested to her and tilted his head to soak up the sun, the key to the cabin clutched in his hand.
“I know, Juggie.”
“Don’t pretend you’re here for the art, Jones. We all know you’re gonna bone Betty like no tomorrow, I bet you’re buzzing to have a room to yourself without FP being next door.” Sweet Pea bellowed, shoving Jughead in the side playfully.
“We’re not animals like you guys.” Betty retorted smartly, causing a round of ‘oooh’s’ to echo through the air from myself and our friends.
I’m pretty sure everyone’s mouths dropped open the moment Jughead unlocked the door and motioned for us to join him inside, the decor of the cabin was breathtaking and I span in a circle to take it all in.
“How the other half live, aye?” I muttered and admired the expensive art that hung on the cream walls, the fur that was draped over both of the couches and the huge TV that was on the wall with an Xbox beneath it that the boys would get plenty of use out of.
“Shotgun the biggest room!” Toni yelled and raced up the stairs with Fangs on her heels since they were both sharing with each other, it wouldn’t surprise me if they hooked up at some point this week, it was a known fact that sometimes Toni dropped her ‘more into girls’ rule and they had a friends with benefits situation going on, especially when they were going through a dry spell.
“Come on, let’s pick our room.” Sweet Pea urged and tugged on my hand, dragging me out of my daydream and pulling me up the stairs.
“Great, I bet we end up with the room next to yours, lucky us.” Jughead complained, beginning to unpack groceries into the cupboards and fridge with Betty.
“Tough shit.” Sweet Pea said back, slapping me hard on the backside as we made our way up the flight of stairs and to the second level of the cabin where we quickly found a free room which happened to be in the corner opposite the room that Toni and Fangs had chosen.
“Wow! This whole cabin is awesome, Sweets! Look how big the bed is!” I squealed happily and threw myself on the memory foam mattress after I’d kicked off my Converse, splaying my arms out with a huge amount of extra space left on the mattress. “These sheets are amazing, I need some.” I sighed and closed my eyes, sinking further into the silky, aubergine sheets.
“This is going to be the best week ever, have you seen the en-suite?” He wondered and shut the door behind us, dropping our bag to the floor and pointing to the generously sized bathroom attached to our room while kicking his combat boots off.
“We’re so making use of that shower later.” I grinned and looked through the cracked door to see a shower cubicle made from frosted glass, a huge sink within a granite countertop and a toilet. “Come here, I’ve been dying to touch you properly since we got out of that stupid van.” I reached out for Sweet Pea and he wasted no time in clambering onto the bed. He spread my lean legs with both of his calloused hands on my knees, settling between them and locking his lovely lips with mine.
“I’ve had a boner since I saw you in those shorts, baby.” He spoke against my mouth, running his hand down my side and teasing the waistband of my shorts with his fingers. “Although, you may as well not be wearing anything they’re that short.” I gasped when he began sucking at my pulse beneath my ear, gently tugging on the lobe until I decided that I wanted to be in control; it was an activity I didn’t get to indulge in very often because he was hardly ever willing to give up the dominant attitude.
Sweet Pea had just begun to descend lower down the column of my neck and to my throat, nearly sinking his teeth into the flesh before he changed his mind and kissed my jugular instead.
“Not so fast.” I breathed when he tried to reach for the buttons on my red flannel, I pushed hard enough on his chest to distract him from undressing me and I managed to lock my legs around his waist to flip us over on the bed with me settled on top of him. “You don’t get to be in control all the time.” I scolded when he began scowling at the motion of me grabbing his wrists and pinning them next to his head.
“You don’t seem to have a problem with me being in control when you’re bent over and tied to the headboard of your bed with me ploughing into you, kitten.” He smugly replied and I cracked a smile, the thought of him taking me from behind was enough to make me rock my hips against his covered erection.
“Please don’t cum in your pants, I haven’t even started having fun with you yet.” I pouted playfully and he growled, trying to move against the weight of me baring down on his wrists while continuously rolling our hips together, our underwear, his jeans and my shorts the only things between our sexes.
“Take those god damn shorts off.” He demanded and I giggled at his frustration, loosening his wrists and moving off him to plant my feet on the floor.  I made sure to give him a little show as I popped the button on my shorts, wiggling my hips and turning away from him to slide them down my thighs, bending over to peel them off the rest of the way.
I could clearly feel his eyes on my scantily covered backside when I threw my shorts to the floor and I braved a glance at him from over my shoulder, he was sat up on the bed and his eyes were a deep shade of brown, darker and more primal than usual and his tongue had come out to wet his bottom lip.
“Like what you see?” I asked and pivoted on my heels, standing close to him from next to the bed and running my hand down the sharp definition of his jawline before taking one step back and beginning to slowly undo a button at a time of my flannel. “Nuh uh, hands off.” I commanded when he tried to take over and he dropped his hands to my thighs in a tight grip, his stare focused on my chest that had become revealed from beneath the shirt.
“Fuck.” He mumbled to himself when I pushed the flannel down my shoulders and I didn't even get the chance to fully remove it before he’d pulled me down to his level and latched his mouth to my naked chest, his tongue swirling over a nipple. I was extremely thankful that I’d chosen to go braless and I think Sweet Pea was too, I whimpered when he bit down on the opposite nipple and he smirked against my skin.
I chewed on my lip and climbed back on top of Sweet Pea, straddling his hips and running my warm hands beneath his t-shirt. He pushed himself up on his elbows to grab the tattered neckline of the clothing to remove it and once it was off, he threaded his fingers through my long hair, tugging me down again and greedily kissing me. I couldn’t get enough of his intoxicating taste or the feeling of his body against mine, we’d spent the majority of the drive whispering in each other's ears about what we planned to do to each other once we got here.
“I wanna sit on your face.” I revealed and pushed on his broad chest again, his back flat against the covers and feet planted firmly on the floor, he had his usual smirk plastered across his face at my desperation and need for his skilled mouth.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He provoked and I shrugged the flannel off completely, it was thrown somewhere in the room and soon Sweet Pea had grabbed my ass to guide me towards his face while I tried to push the crotch of my underwear to the side.
Unfortunately, just as I reached Sweet Pea’s chin, the sound of rowdy voices outside of our door heightened in volume and I should have expected nothing less than for one of our friends to barge in on us without knocking.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked at the action of our door being clumsily thrown open by Fangs who seemed unphased at the sight of his two friends about to engage in a sexual act and I jumped off Sweet Pea then held his discarded t-shirt to my bare chest so my breasts weren’t exposed to him.
“Bro, get the fuck out!” Sweet Pea bellowed, taking a protective stance to shield my body from his best friend and do his best to intimidate him so he’d leave us be.
“You can fuck later, come check out the pool!” He gushed and Toni appeared from behind him, her hand covering her eyes and I noticed that she was in a black, mesh bikini with what seemed to be one of Fangs’ long t-shirts over the top.
“Yeah, come on! You can bang any day of the week but you can’t swim in a millionaires pool on a regular day, let’s go!” She begged and I sighed as did Sweets, we were defeated and outnumbered.
“She’s got a point, Sweets.” I grumpily muttered, climbing off the bed with the flannel still covering my modesty. “You can leave now, we’ll meet you all down there.” I waved them away and they shouted in victory, Toni hopping onto Fangs’ back and both of them disappearing down the hall in a fit of giggles.
“I’m starting to think I’ll never not be sexually frustrated.” Sweet Pea complained from his position of the edge of the bed while he watched me get completely naked and dig my bikini from out of our bag, he was studying me intently and there was still an obvious rise in his jeans when I threw his swim trucks at his shirtless chest. “We should have just stayed home and let them all come here, at least then we could fuck in peace.”
“You’re so dramatic, we literally had sex this morning.” I laughed and pulled the triangular cups of my bikini down over my breasts, tying it at the back securely.
“That was hours ago.”  He defended and stood up, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, they fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. “Look at this.” He pointed to the front of his boxers and I had to bite my lip from laughing, his dick was almost peeking from the waistband from being so hard.
“Think of something unsexy, like Fangs’ ass.” I suggested through hidden laughter, making sure my bikini bottoms were tied tight enough so they wouldn’t come undone.
“Okay, it’s going down.” He breathed and tugged his boxers off, replacing them with his black swim trunks and I teetered over, standing on my tip toes and kissing the tattoo on the left side of his neck. “Fuck! You did that on purpose!” He exhaled when I felt him harden against my stomach once more, I bit my lip and looked between us.
“I’ll meet you downstairs once you’ve got a hold of your situation.” I told him with a sly grin, retreating backwards and away from his riled stature.
“Yeah, get out of here in that fucking bikini.” He demanded, pointing to the door.
I made my way down the staircase and out towards the back of the cabin where I could hear the sound of music and Toni yelling at Fangs for splashing her, I stepped through a set of glass, double doors and onto some decking.
“What’s all the screaming about?” I asked when I saw Toni sprawled on the poolside bed with Fangs in the water, some Clubmasters hiding his bright eyes and water droplets covering his defined torso.
“Fangs is pissing me off, he keeps splashing me with water because I won’t get in.” She told me and rested her head back, I lay on the lounger next to her with my butt in the air and chin resting on my folded arms.
“And why won’t you get in?”
“Because the chlorine fades the pink in my hair.” She replied and shielded her eyes from the sun, I hummed in response. “Where’s Sweet Pea?”
“He can’t get his dick to behave.” I muttered casually and both of them gagged, Fangs submerged himself beneath the water to escape the conversation regarding Sweet Pea and his permanent erection. “Where’s Betty and Jughead? I highly doubt they’re going at it already, there’s too much to explore.”
“You’re spot on, they picked their room and left to go for a walk, apparently they want to be out this evening to look at the fireflies.” Just as Toni spoke up of their whereabouts, Sweet Pea sauntered outside in his just swim trunks, dog tags and sunglasses.
He was tempting, he looked good enough to eat and I had to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs when my eyes were drawn to the dip of his hips and the dark trail of hair the lead beneath the material of his trunks, I so badly wanted to reach my hand in and play with him.
“I’m not even looking at you.” He told me firmly when he saw me staring and averted his eyes, spotting Fangs in the water and stepping down the pool before his body misbehaved for the hundredth time since we arrived.
“Nice of you to join us.” Fangs teased and splashed him with the water, Sweet Pea wiped his face and pushed his sunglasses up on his head. “What kept you?” Fangs played like he didn’t know what was causing Sweet Pea distress but his mischevious grin gave him away and he received a wave of water his way.
“Pass me that ball, babe.” Sweet Pea pointed to a football next to our lounger, I reached down and threw it to the boys so they could play and leave us to sunbathe.
Toni was rubbing her legs with oil that smelt like coconut and it wafted under my nose everytime she moved, she undid her bikini top and manoeuvred her arm to cover herself before turning to me.
“Can you put some tanning oil on my back, please?” Toni begged and waved a bottle of oil in my face, I nodded and kneeled up to move myself over to her side of the lounger, sitting behind her and pushing her hair over her chest as not to get it greasy.
“I’m so jealous of how fast you tan.” I told her while rubbing the oil over her shoulders, massaging it into her neck.
“The perks of having Mexican blood, babes.” She quipped and moaned when I rubbed a knot out of her back, it wasn’t until I heard the boys go quiet that I lifted my attention to them where they were still in the pool.
They were watching us and looked to be in a trance as I ran my hands down Toni’s arms, the slickness of body oil beneath my palms and thus causing her skin to project a golden sheen.
“What are you looking at?” I suspiciously inquired and they both gulped, still focused on us. “Seriously, what’s up with you both?” I pressed and stopped rubbing Toni’s shoulders, they snapped themselves out of their trances and Fangs lifted his eyes to mine.
“We probably shouldn’t be aroused at the sight of you both taking precautions against the sun, but you know, we are.” Fangs confessed pervertedly and Toni gasped, I grimaced at them both. “It’s like my fantasy of you both going at it from earlier is actually happening, feel free to continue.” He persuaded.
“You’re both disgusting, you’re such guys.” I scolded and they shrugged, Sweets moved to the edge of the pool and rested his chin on his knuckles.
“I agree with Fangs.” Sweets decided and us girls looked at each other, knowing that we had the boys exactly where we wanted them and that this could be fun.
“If Betty and Jughead prematurely come back then you can explain this was for your wank bank, Fangs.” Toni voiced, adjusting herself on the lounger so that she was kneeling opposite me still topless and on display.
“I thought you told me I wouldn’t be able to handle you in bed.” I jeered and looked her up and down, the sight of her in just some bikini bottoms making my mouth water, Toni was attractive and she knew it. I had no interest in girls or any sexual feelings but knowing that my boyfriend was getting a kick out of it was a sexy thought, it had always been a fantasy of mine to try some things with a girl and it being with Toni made me feel at ease.
“I guess we’ll see.” She purred and pushed me back, moving to straddle my hips with her short legs on either side of my body and pin my arms above my head, her lips hovered near mine before silently asking my permission to kiss me.
I lifted my head to attach my mouth to hers and we quickly fell into a rhythm of gentle kisses, I dropped my hands from over my head and they began wandering up the backs of her smooth and oiled thighs to her hips, then up over her toned stomach to grasp her face.
Toni reached behind me without breaking our kiss and tugged on the strings of my floral bikini, easily undoing them and helping me slip the top off. I swept my tongue over her bottom lip with the desire to taste more of her and she granted me access, reaching up to cup my breasts and roll her thumbs over my nipples.
Having her touch me intimately was strange but erotic because she was so used to the act of being with another woman that she knew exactly where to touch me, my head fell back against the padded lounger when she moved her mouth to my neck and lightly trailed one finger down the valley of my breasts and to the edge of my bikini bottoms.
“Holy shit.” I heard Fangs swear in awe when Toni’s hand dipped beneath the fabric and Sweet Pea uttered something too, both of them enjoying spectating us as we lived out Fangs’ dream in nothing but our bikini bottoms.
“Damn, girl. I’m not sure who wants this more, you or them.” She mocked me when she ran her finger between my lower lips, collecting the wetness on the tip of her index finger and spreading it over my clit, I bucked my hips into her hand and searched for her mouth to deeply kiss her, the ends of her pink, highlighted hair tickling my skin sensually.
She began to use her mouth to tease over my chest, her tongue flicked out to taste a nipple and I tilted my head to glance at Sweets whose eyes were locked on the way Toni was touching me, he swiped his tattooed thumb over his mouth without blinking.
Sweet Pea’s patience and easy going attitude dissipated in the blink of an eye once Toni caused me to let out a heavy moan, her finger not yet breaching me but teasing to the point where I was close to begging.
“Enough, Topaz. I’m scared you’ll change her sexuality, she’s mine.” Toni stopped on Sweet Pea’s command, the pleasure of her touch so cruelly taken away as he lifted himself from the pool and headed over to us with Fangs trailing behind us.
“No need to be so threatened, SP.” Toni remarked.
I lay back lithely and she removed herself from me, standing up to pull on the t-shirt she’d initially stolen from Fangs to cover her torso.
“That was so hot.” Fangs stated and his eyes flickered between myself and Toni, whereas Sweet Pea quickly moved to kneel between my legs on the lounger.
Both of the boys were visibly aroused and ready to move on, Fangs seemed to be hiding a pretty impressive package of his own but nothing compared to my Sweets.
“Feel free to fuck off, I highly doubt you want to see me fuck my girlfriend. Actually, I don’t doubt that but just do one, I want to enjoy her to myself.” Sweet Pea directed him without taking his eyes off me, hooking his fingers into sides of my bottoms once Toni and Fangs had dispersed to no doubt have some fun of their own.
“Did you like watching?” I asked timidly and lifted my legs for him to pull my bikini bottoms off my feet, he tossed them aside and moved down to work in a similar pattern to how Toni had.
“It was very sexy to see you squirm like that under Toni, but nobody but me will ever have the pleasure of making you cum.” He possessively answered back against the skin of my abdomen and pressed a light kiss to each of my hip bones, licking a trail up one of my thighs and kissing his way up the other until I was wriggling, pushing myself up to his face only to be met with denial. “Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”
“Your mouth.” I exhaled unevenly, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair and scratch at his scalp. Apparently, Sweet Pea was feeling generous because he gave in and kissed me directly on my clitoris, proceeding to lick a stripe through my wet labia. “Sweets.” I moaned and arched off the lounger, not caring that we were outside in open view.
He reached up to grasp my left breast in his hand, squeezing and flicking his tongue against me in a way that made me mewl and whimper like he was performing the most barbaric act upon me.
“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered against my lower half and guided two of his slender fingers inside of my dripping channel, finally satisfying the craving to be touched.
He had every spot memorised and I stole a peek at him from where he was nestled between my thighs, he looked back at me with his mocha eyes and dug his thumbs in my thighs, pushing my legs back to get his tongue deeper inside of me. 
“Sweets, I’m cumming.” I quivered against him and my knees fell to either side of his head as my orgasm washed over me in gentle waves of rapture, the moisture seeping onto his still moving fingers while he gently sucked on my clit to work me through it until the end. 
He waited until I’d calmed myself down and then pressed a couple of kisses on the insides of my thighs, sitting up with dishevelled hair, cleaning his mouth with his forearm and wiping his sodden fingers on his swim trunks, his erection straining against the navy fabric. 
I curved upwards to pull the material down over his hips and thighs, seven, thick inches sprang before my eyes and Sweet Pea removed the shorts so that he was completely naked with me. 
“I’d return the favour but I don’t think you’ll last.” I teased him and reached to grab his length, he was hot and heavy in my hand. I managed to pump him a couple of times before he grabbed my wrist, pushing me onto my back and pulling me to him by my hips. 
“I just need to be inside of you.” He enlightened me, losing his focus momentarily to get comfortable and palm himself to relieve some tension, he then ran the leaking, pink tip of himself through my lips to gather lubrication, easily slipping in. “You feel so good, baby.” He praised me and rested his hands on either side of my head to keep his weight off me, his hips rolled against mine and he buried himself to the hilt. 
I kissed him hard and cried into his mouth when he hitched my legs around his hips, somehow managing to get deeper inside of me and brush against my g-spot with each paced thrust
He kissed the corner of my mouth and ran his lips over my jaw, nibbling the skin and holding me impossible close to his frame. I clawed at his shoulders, surely leaving angry, red marks that he wouldn’t be able to hide without wearing a shirt. 
We ended up in a multitude of positions, the sun lounger proving to be more comfortable than a bed and I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for us having sex on Hiram Lodge’s property, the latest position entailed me riding him like no tomorrow. 
“I love the feeling of your cock inside of me, baby.” I spoke lowly and his eyes snapped shut, captivated by the feeling of my snug walls wanting to milk his thick cock for all it had and the burning need for release.
“Don’t say shit like that.” He rebuked and caught my hips in a bruising grip, the filth that left my mouth easily driving him near to climax like it always did. 
He clutched my backside in his hands and moved me against him faster, his pubic bone rubbed against me and stimulated my sensitive nerve, I tangled my own fingers in my hair and arched my back, welcoming my second orgasm. 
It wasn’t long before Sweet Pea had flipped us over again and was taking me from behind (his favourite position). My chest was pushed into the padding of the lounger and I’m certain that our friends would be able to hear our moans from inside of the cabin, even over their own noise that they were making. 
Sweet Pea’s stamina was slowly decreasing and his own end was nearing, I began to move in synchronization with him and he grunted, dropping his head to my shoulder and curving over my body while continuing his irregular thrusts.
“I want you to finish inside of me.” I begged for the fulfilment of having him spill deep inside of me, something we didn’t delve in to often but I needed to feel him fill me with his cum, I wouldn’t get the same satisfaction if he finished somewhere on my body. 
He managed for a couple of more minutes before he stiffened against my back and groaned into the curve of my shoulder, his hips stuttered to an eventual stop after he’d let out multiple spurts of thick cum into me, the feeling was severe. 
Sweet Pea pulled himself out of me and I moved back to rest on him tiredly, my back pressed against his sweaty chest and I stretched an arm up to curl it around his neck and turn his face to mine for a deep kiss, he turned his attention back to between my legs where his cum was trickling down my thighs. 
“Want a taste?” He asked and ran the tip of his finger through my lips, collecting up a drop of our mixed releases, I nodded eagerly and he lifted his finger to my swollen mouth. 
I held his wrist and sucked on his fingers, feeling his limp dick twitch in excitement against my lower back. The combination of sweet and salty was enough to have me craving another round, Sweets too by the way his cock was now semi hard. 
It was then that I knew we’d be christening every available surface in this cabin before we left and maybe delving into more activities involving Fangs and Toni, our week long getaway taking a whole different turn. 
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