#but then again what's a fucking wank between friends anyway???
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spanish holiday: a collection
Let me ask you about something else that was in the Hunter Davies book. At one point you and Brian went off to Spain.
Yes.
Did you… you must have...
We didn’t have an affair.
You never had an affair with Brian?
No, not an affair.
Yoko: [laughs]
What were the pressures from Brian?
Cyn was having a baby and the holiday was planned, but I wasn’t going to break the holiday for a baby and that’s what a bastard I was. And I just went on holiday. I watched Brian picking up the boys. I like playing a bit faggy, all that.
Yoko: [laughs]
It was enjoyable, but there were big rumours in Liverpool, it was terrible. Very embarrassing.
Rumors about you and Brian?
Oh, fuck knows—yes, yes. I was pretty close to Brian because if somebody's going to manage me, I want to know them inside out. And there was a period when he told me he was a fag and all that. I introduced him to pills, which gives me a guilt association for his death. I mean they go that way anyway. And to make him talk—to find out what he’s like. And I remember him saying, “Don’t ever throw it back in me face, that I’m a fag.” Which | didn’t. But his mother’s still hiding that. But what I hate is the way they’re all attacking Allen. And Brian was a nice guy, but he knew what he was doing, he robbed us. He fucking took all the money and looked after himself and his family, and all that. And it’s just a myth. I hate the way that Allen is attacked and Brian is made like an angel, just cause he’s dead. He wasn't, he was just a guy. Allen will go berserk when he hears all this.
John Lennon, Jann S. Wenner, Lennon Remembers, 1970
Bob had insinuated that me and Brian had had an affair in Spain. And I must have been frightened of the fag in me to get so angry.
John Lennon, 1972, Peter McCabe and Robert D Schonfeld, John Lennon—For The Record, 1984
Brian was in love with me. It's irrelevant. I mean, it's interesting and it will make a nice Hollywood Babylon someday about Brian Epstein’s sex life, but it's irrelevant, absolutely irrelevant.
John Lennon, Playboy, 1980
I was on holiday with Brian Epstein in Spain, where the rumours went around that he and I were having a love affair. Well, it was almost a love affair, but not quite. It was never consummated. But it was a pretty intense relationship.
It was my first experience with a homosexual that I was conscious was homosexual. He had admitted it to me. We had this holiday together because Cyn was pregnant, and I went to Spain and there were lots of funny stories. We used to sit in a cafe in Torremolinos looking at all the boys and I’d say, ‘Do you like that one, do you like this one?’ I was rather enjoying the experience, thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this, you know. And while he was out on the tiles one night, or lying asleep with a hangover one afternoon, I remember playing him the song Bad To Me. That was a commissioned song, done for Billy J Kramer, who was another of Brian’s singers.
John Lennon, Rolling Stone, 1980
Very quickly John became jumpy and on edge. He was beginning to feel trapped and it was time for him to escape but before he left he told me that Brian had asked him to go on holiday to Spain with him and he wanted to know if I objected. I must admit the request hit me like a bolt out of the blue and I really didn’t take it in properly at first but when it sank in I suppressed my true feelings and acquiesced. I was well aware that John deserved a holiday. He had just completed a tour and recording sessions. In actual fact he had never really had a holiday as such. They had all been working very hard and under great pressure since the success of Please Please Me, so I concealed my hurt and envy and gave him my blessings. He was delighted and left me a happy man. I on the other hand was left holding the baby, and what a baby.
As soon as John returned from his break in Spain, fully relaxed and raring to get going again, we went together to register our son’s birth.
Cynthia Lennon, A Twist Of Lennon, 1978
Some accounts of that time claim that Brian was in love with John, which was why he wanted to manage the Beatles. I don't believe this for a second. They had a good relationship, but Brian cared for all the boys and he wanted success for the group because he thought they had something unique. Claims have been made since that Brian and John had a gay relationship. Nothing could be further from the truth. John was a hundred per cent heterosexual and, like most lads at that time, horrified by the idea of homosexuality. The bond between John and Brian was one of mutual respect and friendship. They liked and admired each other. Brian could see John's intelligence and distinctive talent. John appreciated Brian's business ability and his ambition for the group. They talked for hours and planned the group's future together. They both wanted the Beatles to be the biggest thing since Elvis, and were hell bent on making it happen.
When Julian was three weeks old, Brian invited John to go to Spain with him. John asked if I'd mind and I said, truthfully, that I wouldn't. I was preoccupied with Julian and nowhere near ready to travel, but I knew how much John needed a break where he wouldn't be recognised and could really relax. I gave them my blessing and they went off together for twelve days. It was a holiday John came to regret because it sparked off a string of rumours about his relationship with Brian. He had to put up with sly digs, winks and innuendo that he was secretly gay. It infuriated him: all he'd wanted was a break with a friend, but it was turned into so much more.
Cynthia Lennon, John, 2005
Brian and John spent so much time together, scheming and dreaming about the Beatles' future, that they seemed almost inseparable.
In April 1963, John went so far as to accompany Brian on a holiday in Spain, leaving Cyn behind with their newborn son. In the absence of this decidedly odd couple, tongues began wagging all over town.
I visited John at Aunt Mimi's a few days after his return to England. And when he started in about how much he had enjoyed Spain, I could hardly resist taking the piss out of him. "So you had a good time with Brian, then?"
I smirked.
Nudge nudge, wink wink.
I was somewhat taken aback when John didn't so much as crack a smile. "Oh, fuckin' hell," he groaned. "Not you as well, Pete!"
"What do you mean, not me as well?"
"They're all fucking going on about it."
"It's O.K., John. Don't take it so serious. I'm just joking, for Christ's sake."
"Actually Pete," he said softly, "Something did happen with him one night."
Now that wiped the grin right off my face. Had I even dreamed there might be any truth what soever to the rumors, I would never have made light of the subject in the first place. Still— as John surely knew— I would have stood by him, and let the rest of the world handle the business of passing moral judgment, even if he had just told me he'd committed murder. And John would surely have done the same for me.
Which, after all, is what true friendship is all about.
"What happened," John explained, "is that Eppy just kept on and on at me. Until one night I finally just pulled me trousers down and said to him: 'Oh, for Christ's sake, Brian, just stick it up me fucking arse then.'
"And he said to me, 'Actually, John, I don't do that kind of thing. That's not what I like to do.'
"'Well,' I said, 'what is it you want to do, then?'
"And he said, 'I'd really just like to touch you, John.'
"And so I let him toss me off."
And that was that. End of story.
"That's all, John?" I said. "Well, so what? What's the big fucking deal, then?"
"Yeah, so fucking what! The poor bastard. He's having a fucking hard enough time anyway." This was in reference to the "butch" dockers who, on several recent occasions, had rewarded Brian's advances by beating him to a bloody pulp.
"So what harm did it do, then, Pete, for fuck's sake?" John asked rhetorically. "No harm at all. The poor fucking bastard, he can't help the way he is."
"No need to get so worked up," I said. "You know I don't give a shit. What's a fucking wank between friends anyway?"
We then moved on to other topics, and neither of us ever mentioned the incident again. (And as far as I was concerned, the real revelation that night was not that John had "had it off" with Brian, but that he had demonstrated— albeit in his own brusque way—such genuine compassion for that most hopelessly besotted of all his many admirers.)
Unfortunately, certain Liverpool acquaintances (who had no way of knowing that there was a kernel of truth to their allegations) wouldn't let John hear the end of it. All in good fun, no doubt, but John was still too enamored of his macho self-image to take lightly any inference that he was anything less than 100 percent heterosexual.
Pete Shotton, Nicholas Schaffner, John Lennon: In My Life, 1983
John told me he had had a one-night stand with Brian, on a holiday with him in Spain, when Brian had invited him out, a few days after the birth of Julian in 1963, leaving Cyn alone. I mentioned this brief holiday in the book, but not what John had alleged had taken place. Partly, I didn't really believe it, though John was daft enough to try almost anything once. John was certainly not homosexual, and this boast, or lie, would have given the wrong impression. It was also not fair on Cynthia, his then wife.
Hunter Davies, The Beatles: The Authorised Biography (updated edition, 2010)
Almost three weeks after the birth of his son—whom he had seen only a couple of times by then—he agreed to go to Spain with Brian on a private holiday, while the other three Beatles flew to the Canaries for their spring break. I don’t think John told Cynthia what he was doing—he rarely told her anything—and he certainly wouldn’t have asked her permission. When she found out, she dissolved in tears, but she was scared of John and said nothing. To say we were astonished is an understatement. Much has been made of this trip. It was sun, sand and sea—but was it also sex?
John himself said he finally allowed Brian to make love to him “to get it out of the way.” Those who knew John well, who had known him for years, don’t believe it for a moment. John was aggressively heterosexual and had never given a hint that he was anything but. If it had been George, we might have believed it. George could act camp and had many homosexual friends, but John loved to say things to shock, and his sly statement was probably just another in a long line of such provocative statements. In fact, it was more in character for John to taunt Brian with promises during those long hot nights in Barcelona than to succumb. Equally, it was in Brian’s masochistic nature to enjoy being tormented, then perhaps to rush off in search of a young bullfighter. Brian adored bullfighters so much, he ended up sponsoring one. (And I think Brian would have confided in somebody if it had happened.)
Tony Bramwell, Magical Mystery Tours: My Life With The Beatles, 2014
First, he wanted to make Brian the baby’s godfather. Second, he was leaving on holiday as soon as this tour was over. He was going away with Brian—just the two of them. The other Beatles were going to the Canary Islands. This meant John wouldn’t see Cynthia for several weeks, long after she had returned home from the hospital.
Cynthia lay back in the hospital bed, her head spinning. How could John go off and leave her and Julian like that, she demanded, and with Brian Epstein no less? John flared up at her. “Being selfish again, aren’t you?” he said. “I’ve been workin’ my bloody ass off on one-night stands for months now. Those people starin’ from the other side of the glass are bloody everywhere, hauntin’ me. I deserve a vacation. And anyway, Brian wants me to go, and I owe it to the poor guy. Who else does he have to go away with?”
Brian and John went to Barcelona at the end of April 1963. It was a city that Brian had explored on his 1959 solo trip to Spain. He had since become a great fan of the bullfights and considered himself something of an aficionado. He took great pleasure in introducing John to the pageantry and excitement. They spent the days shopping and taking side trips. At night they toured the nightclubs. Later in the week they rented a car and drove down the coast to the glistening white town of Sitges on the Costa Brava. Each night they would sit in the candlelit cafés and watch the couples stroll by in the moonlight. Over many bottles of wine they talked candidly about Brian’s personal life. It was a great relief for Brian to finally be able to talk honestly with John. He told John that for a man who valued honesty as dearly as he did, it was a terrible burden for him to live his life a lie.
“If you had a choice, Eppy,” John said, “if you could press a button and be hetero, would you do it?”
Brian thought for a moment. “Strangely, no,” he said.
A little later a peculiar game developed. John would point out some passing man to Brian, and Brian would explain to him what it was about the fellow that he found attractive or unattractive. “I was rather enjoying the experience,” John said, “thinking like a writer all the time: I am experiencing this.” And still later, back in their hotel suite, drunk and sleepy from the sweet Spanish wine, Brian and John undressed in silence.
“It’s okay, Eppy,” John said, and lay down on his bed. Brian would have liked to have hugged him, but he was afraid. Instead, John lay there, tentative and still, and Brian fulfilled the fantasies he was so sure would bring him contentment, only to awake the next morning as hollow as before.
Peter Brown, The Love You Make, 1983
can't wait for the full fic on ao3 peter!
One story the Press certainly didn’t get at the time was that in April, in the middle of the euphoria that followed all the early success and acclaim, Brian and John went off to Spain for a holiday. So much invention and rubbish has been made of this trip by so many people since, that the truth deserves at least a brief mention. The most sensational version, of course, is that the holiday was a chance for Brian to consummate his overwhelming passion for John, which inspired him to sign the group in the first place. I’m afraid it wasn’t like that.
John roared with laughter at the rumours that began afterwards.
Typically, he encouraged the stories that he and Brian were gay lovers because he thought it was funny and John was one of the world’s great wind-up merchants. He told me afterwards in one of our frankest heart-to-hearts that Brian never seriously did proposition him. He had teased Brian about the young men he kept gazing at and the odd ones who had found their way to his room. Brian had joked to John about the women who hurled themselves at him. ‘If he’d asked me, I probably would have done anything he wanted. I was so much in awe of Brian then I’d have tried a night of vice-versa. But he never wanted me like that. Sure, I took the mickey a bit and pretended to lead him on. But we both knew we were joking. He wanted a pal he could have a laugh with and someone he could teach about life. I thought his bum boys were creeps and Brian knew that. Even completely out of my head, I couldn’t shag a bloke. And I certainly couldn’t lie there and let one shag me. Even a nice guy like Brian. To be honest, the thought of it turns me over.’
All the same, John was very selfish to have gone off on holiday with Brian then because it was just after Cynthia had given birth to his son Julian. John’s whole romance and marriage to Cynthia was kept a secret at the time because Brian feared the effect of publicity about one of the Beatles having a wife, let alone a family.
Alistair Taylor, With The Beatles, 2003
While Brian thought a Beatle’s image could be affected by marriage and fatherhood, his next move proved wildly indiscreet and potentially dangerous. On April 8, 1963, Cynthia gave birth to Julian, and Brian was named his godfather. Shortly afterward, Brian invited John to join him alone on a holiday in Spain. Lennon had been working hard, writing songs and touring Britain. He needed a rest, and Cynthia relished some time alone to adapt to life with a baby. John accepted and flew to Barcelona on April 28 for the twelve-day break.
John made it clear to everyone that he was a woman-chaser, a hundred percent heterosexual. But it was inept of Epstein to risk the whispering that was bound to ensue from such an expedition by a manager and a solitary Beatle. It was one of the few times when Brian’s perception of public opinion faltered, for the Spanish trip fueled rumors in Liverpool of an Epstein-Lennon relationship. Paul McCartney’s theory is that “John, not being stupid, saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr. Epstein who was the boss of this group … he wanted Brian to know who he should listen to.” Lennon knew that Brian held him in awe, regarding him as a genius.
On their return to Liverpool, Brian and John decided to deal with the gossip decisively. At McCartney’s twenty-first birthday party on June 18, Bob Wooler and Lennon were seen chatting together and within minutes the Beatle had pummeled the Cavern compere to the ground. “He called me a bloody queer, so I bashed his ribs in,” John later told Cynthia.
Epstein, no less angry but sensing the need for repairing all wounds, physical and oral, drove Wooler to hospital for treatment of torn knuckles and for shock. Next, Epstein moved swiftly to prevent the friction from escalating. Through his solicitor friend Rex Makin he paid Wooler £200 in damages and insisted that Lennon sent him a telegram of apology.
The rumors were quelled. But nothing could prevent the attack on Wooler from reaching the Daily Mirror, whose pop reporter Don Short, in a first recognition of the group’s burgeoning importance, published a back-page story headlined: “Beatle in Brawl Says: Sorry I Socked You.”
Since the deaths of Epstein and Lennon, many with no access to, or observation of, both men in their lifetime have peddled the assumption that Brian and John had a sexual liaison. This is despite the lack of any evidence, despite firm declarations of John’s heterosexuality from Cynthia and many other women, and despite the statement by McCartney that he “slept in a million hotel rooms, as we all did, with John and there was never any hint that he was gay.”
Brian possibly had a homosexual fascination for Lennon but it could never be reciprocated. And since Epstein was not a predator, that eliminated the likelihood of such a link. More than anyone, Epstein saw the Beatles as an indivisible unit. He would never have risked so profoundly changing his relationship with them, individually or collectively. Nothing mattered more to Brian, after his devotion to his family, than the entity of the Beatles.
Ray Coleman, The Man Who Made The Beatles, 1989
Years later, John finally came clean about what had happened: not to anyone who’d been around at the time, but to the unshockable woman with whom he shared the last decade of his life. He said that one night during the trip, Brian had cast aside shyness and scruples and finally come on to him, but that he’d replied, “If you feel like that, go out and find a hustler.” Afterward, he had deliberately fed Pete Shotton the myth of his brief surrender, so that everyone would believe his power over Brian to be absolute.
Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008
I don’t actually know the truth of the John rumour. I suspected that the John trip to Barcelona was a power play on John’s part because John was a very political animal. I think John went away on that Spanish holiday because nobody went on holiday. I would have gone, anyone would have gone. A free holiday? You’re kidding. I’m there. Number two, I’m sure John took Brian aside and said, ‘Hey, you want to deal with this group, I’m the guy you deal with, OK.’ John was that kind of guy. He was a very sensible, very pragmatic guy. So I’m sure that was the main reason John went there. As to whether there was any sort of gay dalliance or whatever, I don’t know.
All I can ever say about it is that I slept with John a lot because you had to, you didn’t have more than one bed – and to my knowledge John was never gay.
Paul McCartney, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000
Brian Epstein was going on holiday to Spain at the same time and he invited John along. John was a smart cookie. Brian was gay, and John saw his opportunity to impress upon Mr Epstein who was the boss of this group. | think that's why he went on holiday with Brian. And good luck to him, too — he was that kind of guy; he wanted Brian to know whom he should listen to. That was the relationship. John was very much the leader in that way, although it was never actually said.
So there was the homosexual thing — I'm not sure John did anything but we certainly gave him a lot of grief when he got back.
Paul McCartney, The Beatles Anthology, 2000
My sense of the trip to Barcelona is that it was an intriguing situation because John left his wife to go on this holiday, who was still in hospital having given birth to her first child. So it was an extraordinary thing, but John wanted to go on holiday with Brian
and there was a great bond between them. John knew that Brian was going and he also knew that Brian was very attracted to him and I think this intrigued John. My understanding only comes from Brian. I never discussed this with John but I heard that there were lots of discussions about the business of homosexuality and Brian’s homosexuality. But I think it’s wrong to discuss something which is really rather significant when I only know one side of the picture.
Peter Brown, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000
It had nothing to do with advancement of career. John knew that he already had Brian as an ally; he knew that Brian liked him, was attracted to him and stimulated by his intellect. Anyway, I don’t believe John was that manipulative. And the idea of going along with it, and trying to take advantage of it, just wouldn’t have been Brian’s way.
Peter Brown, Norman Philip, John Lennon: The Life, 2008
It was during the same discussion that he told me that he and John Lennon had been lovers. Now that’s too much for me to take on. We’d never talked about his personal life before, so I left the room.
Lonnie Trimble, Debbie Geller, In My Life: The Brian Epstein Story, 2000
#mostly just for me to have it in one place :)#might add more if i dig something up#he was 100% heterosexual#but he 'encouraged stories about them being gay lovers.... because he thought it was funny'....................#(all straight people do that don't they?)#but he beat bob up for insinuating they were#but then again what's a fucking wank between friends anyway???#brian epstein#john lennon#jb#quote#ref#m
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a blurb of them getting caught but the press and what happens afterwards 🤭
the party was boring anyway. you left with a boy you'd known for an hour. he wore too much cologne, and his hands got anxious when they weren't all over you, his clammy hands leaving prints on the satin of your gown from pawing at you on the dancefloor. he led you out of the party with your hand in his, nearly running out the door with you, eventually leading you here.
the cold air against your cunt makes you clench, and you whine at the emptiness while alex stands behind you, fumbling with the zipper to his trousers. the sound of the zipper finally coming undone makes your cunt squeeze again, his large hands gripping your hips tightly as he sinks into you. he grunts once fully seated, earning another squeeze from your needy core. alex chuckles at the reaction, giving your ass a playful smack.
you wonder if he's ever had sex before, his hips stuttering between rolling and thrusting, his hands moving from your hips to attempting to cup your breasts, an uneasy feat due to his powerful, needy thrusts. it gets the job done, though, your moans remain loud, and his cock hits the right spots. you're glad he's here to remind you that you're in public, his sweaty hand reaching over to cover your mouth.
"you're gonna get us in trouble. we can't have that, right, princess?"
in the corner of your eye, a light flashes. you're too out of it to think anything of it as your vision clouds with stars, your orgasm in sight, your cunt preparing to clutch at him for the final time.
"i shouldn't admit this," he chuckles, panting as his thrusts fall in and out of rhythm. "but i bought a magazine ‘coz you were on the cover. fuck, that bikini you were wearing? i've been dreaming about you ever since."
you're flattered.
you wonder how long he's kept this from his girlfriend.
the knot in your stomach loosens, and you come with a muffled moan, your walls holding him tight as alex's movements carry on. a low, throaty groan leaves his lips as he holds you in place, his warm release spilling into your weeping cunt. he relishes in your warmth before pulling out, spinning you by the waist to face him once you're no longer against the tree. the rough bark is sure to leave dents in your back as his chapped lips crash onto yours, alcohol and tobacco on his eager tongue. he pulls away with an awkward, boyish smile, his lips glittery and shiny with your lip gloss.
"i wank to your pictures every night."
—
there's a buzzing noise. your eyes attempt to adjust to the sunlight drowning your bedroom while your hands scavenge the bed for your cell phone. the buzzing noise stops, and now you're lifting the duvet and pillows for your phone. you finally find it and flip it open, your screen full of several missed calls and a text from your agent.
Don't worry. We're handling it.
confused, you skim through your call log; most are from your agent, a few friends, and one from a number you don't recognize. they left you a voicemail.
"hey, are you alright? i have to talk to you. call me when you can."
it's alex. the concern in his tone makes your heart pound as your trembling thumb hovers over the call button. you're hoping he's concerned that you forgot to call when you got home like you promised or you dropped an earring, something small. you put the phone to your ear so you don't have to watch yourself press the button. alex picks up on the third ring.
"hello?" you answer.
your name tumbles out of his mouth like a sigh of relief. It sets you at ease, but why would he be relieved over something trivial? there's a pause between what he says next, and you realize you didn't drop an earring. before going bed the night prior, you had a suspicion about the flash you might’ve saw but the text message from your agent and calls from your friends begin connecting the dots for you. the sour taste of vomit bubbles in your throat as your heart drums wildly. you'll believe it once you hear it from your accomplice.
"yeah, i wanted to talk about last night. we got caught."
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for the comfort ask!! ☺️🫶🏻💕💕
🛎 - Someone at their beck and call + any character you want
Ransom Drysdale x rich!Reader from The Root of All Ransom
ooo, big shock: warnings for cursing and sexual references (nothing explicit)! WC 1.2k
‘The Wank’ is a fucking terrible friend who Ran is more likely to set fire to than embrace if he ever sees that rat bastard again.
Oh sure, it’s all fun and games, riding ATVs around this British lord-boy’s estate until that drunk idiot cuts too close in front of his invited guest, clips the tire, and launches Ransom over the front and into some ancient stone wall. He looks like a million bucks—Million Dollar Baby, that is—with all his bruises and lacerations. At least his face is unscathed for the most part. Ran couldn’t handle being fucking ugly on top of the embarrassment of being bedridden for a couple of weeks.
It was only supposed to be a quick few days' visit before he went back to the States, but instead, he’s stuck in the Wank’s mansion while the fucking prick leaves to go do other stupid things with their other stupid friends…
Why Ran keeps thinking of these people as friends, he’s not really sure, but once the doctor—who showed up with two nurses to a sprawling estate in the middle of goddamn nowhere—tells Ransom he has to remain like a vegetable in this musty four-poster, he calls you furious.
He calls to complain loudly, but Ran knew you would come.
Even though he is anxious and pissy for the whole thirty-six hours it takes for you to handle what business you can, book transport from Beijing to London, and then get a car to drive all the way to the boonies, he thinks he’s doing reasonably well when you arrive.
In reality, he’s already cursed out every member of the household staff willing to enter his room. Ransom is a terror when sick, and no one has the luxury of him drugged during this lay-up.
You’re graciously given a room to work out of but keep your Bluetooth in your ear all day every day unless you are in bed asleep. He fucking hates it. Ran is given a bell to signal he needs something and has no ability to distinguish needs from wants when bored.
“Would you stop talking like I’m not here?” he hiss-yells as you try to go back to work one day after bringing him a tray of breakfast.
You cover the end of the device and snap back, “These are prime business hours where I am supposed to be right now. I have to stay on the phone.”
When you turn to leave, Ran hits the bell.
You face him, challenging with narrowed eyes, so he hits it again. Twice.
But you don’t take the bait and shut the door behind you.
Ran’s bored—horrifically bored—and lonely. He beats down on the bell in cacophonic irritation for a solid minute before you rage back into the room.
Your hand slaps over his on the cool metal chime.
“Hugh Ransom Drysdale,” you intone between clenched teeth, “you are abusing your bell privileges. If you do not stop, I will go back to Beijing tonight, and no one here will help you. Do you understand?”
His brow is just as angry as yours, but Ran’s lips pout. He huffs anyway, nodding his head, and after you let go of his hand, he admits quietly, “I want to go outside.”
Your face softens.
You sit by his hip, seemingly exhausted by the thought of coming all this way, acquiescing to his every whim, and returning to work. Outside the tall windows shines a lovely English morning after days and days of clouds.
Ransom watches you sigh hopefully.
“I’ll see what I can do,” you whisper, patting his knee to avoid reaching over his tray. “Do me a favor though?”
“What?” Depends on the favor so Ran promises nothing.
“Will you please use those damn wipes for something other than masturbating?”
His whole body stiffens uncomfortably.
“Even a whore’s bath will do and don’t act all innocent, Hugh! I know you,” you giggle, relishing the tease and the pink stain blossoming on his neck.
He glances over at the packet on the night stand. “A…a wh—“
“Pitties, titties, and bitties.” You stand and fail to smother your grin.
He hates this. You know he hates this. He knows you know he hates this, and yet Ran chuckles involuntarily. He knows you’ll try—knows that you are trying—to make him happy. It makes him so mad.
You’re the one with a job and a business and the money, and you’re forced to nurse him like a fucking invalid. A year ago, he would have loved this shit. Now he just feels like the fucking wanker.
He has several remaining bandages which cannot get wet, so he can’t shower. Ran can, however, get himself to the ensuite but it takes all of his energy and turns him into a ball of rage until he takes a nap.
Which is so fucking stupid, he thinks, but it’s the truth of it.
He struggles for the whole morning. He actually has to split the tasks of picking out clothes to change into, resting, using the bathroom, resting again, cleaning himself as best he can to put on boxers, resting atop the covers because he now notices the sheets smell, and then gets dressed.
He waits, puttering around social media on his phone, head shooting up to the door at any tiny noise from anywhere beyond his cage of a bed.
You come back at lunchtime, sans earpiece, and look genuinely impressed that he’s decent, which is so fucking sad that he wants to die, but he wants to go outside more.
He has to lean on you to get all the way to the lawn, fiercely focused on the blanket laid out under the closest tree, taking comically huge breaths of fresh air before collapsing when you give him the okay.
The picnic and tea are nice. The formality of the service, even though the staff only brings out the dishes and a basket of food, reminds him of Sunday brunches with Linda, so he doesn’t really fucking care about the food. He’s not really hungry.
Ran lays down flat on the grass-padded blanket and drifts to the soft rustle of leaves and birds chirping.
After who knows how long, he peels his eyes open to see the sun in a completely different spot and you still right next to him, relaxed and peering up, hands tucked behind your head.
“Hey,” he finally says to get your attention.
You shift your head, lips pulled into a squinty smile he can’t resist. “Hey, yourself. Have a good nap?”
Ran nods, getting his bearings from the murky waters of sleep. He notices you stayed. You didn’t go back to work. You didn’t trade off taking care of him. You got something you needed, too: peace and quiet, so he says the most obvious thing that comes to mind.
“You’re welcome.”
He’s rewarded with you bursting into laughter.
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Chapter 50 - A red string tied between they hearts.
Episode 2
Dalton: He was sitting on the bed…. in his boxers only…. smoking a joint
Andy: He let out a large amount of air, feeling like a deflated balloon
Dalton: He grinned cheekily as he observed Andy what was that about? he reached the joint towards Andy in an inviting way
Andy: He dragged his drunk feet to the bed and plopped down on his back, next to Dalton, sighing deep as he grabbed the joint and took a large drag Nothing…. I just always get super horny when I'm drunk…. or high… or stoned he snorted soft I'm a hormonal mess!
Dalton: He snorted lightly Aren't we all?
Andy: He snorted again not as bad as me.
Dalton: He shrugged lightly I still can't see what's so bad about you?
Andy: He sighed deep maybe that's for the best anyway he took another drag of his joint maybe then you'll still like me…
Dalton: …. I'm pretty sure I would still like you, even if you told me some of your dirt…
Andy: He chuckled hoarsely yeah, well…. maybe it's a gamble I'm not willing to take…
Dalton: ….. But we are friends… and we're drunk… isn't that normally the cue to start sharing the dirty little secrets?
Andy: …. friends…. right…. he frowned soft, taking another drag of the joint
Dalton: I'll start then!
Andy: He burst out an amused laugh
Dalton: Grinning wide and cheeky
Andy: Sitting up, still somewhat chuckling Wait are you serious??!
Dalton: Still grinning
Andy: Breaks out in laughing again
Dalton: First time you ever had a blow job?
Andy: Laughing even louder
Dalton: Starting to chuckle rather goofy come on! First time you ever had a blow job?
Andy: Still laughing, shaking his head Uhm…
Dalton: Chuckling, grabbing the joint from Andy, taking a drag
Andy: …. first time I had a blow job chuckling awkwardly … was uhm… chuckling with my first girlfriend… we were both around
15, and we had been dating for maybe a week, when she took me to this abandoned shed somewhere and yeah he shrugged lightly kissing led to petting… petting led to a blowjob which led to first sex
Dalton: So an all-in-one?
Andy: Chuckling hoarsely Yeah, we can call it that.
Dalton: Slow nod Sweet!
Andy: He chuckled hoarsely and shook his head yours?
Dalton: First Blowjob or sex? I mean, you technically told yours, but mine were not on the same day…
Andy: Well you gotta tell both now he smirked cheekily it's only fair since I did!
Dalton: He chuckled cheekily fair enough!
First blowjob, I was probably around the same age as you… it was between some bushes behind a local supermarket, the girl, gawd I can't even remember her name he chuckled awkwardly she had been kinda stalking me for a while, she was a bit crazy to be honest, kept following me home, calling me her boyfriend.
And then she fucking cornered me that day…. it was fucking full daylight and shit
Andy: Laughing amused
Dalton: She fucking cornered me in the parking lot, telling me she loved me and would give me anything I ever wanted, and honestly, I had had a couple beers with a mate on a park bench and was on my way home to have a proper wank… and this fucking crazy chick stood there, telling me she'd give me anything… I mean… I was 15 for fuck! There was only one thing on my mind!
Andy: Laughing even louder
Dalton: So it just shot out of my mouth, you should have seen her face! It fucking lit up as if she had been faced with the opportunity
of a life time!
Andy: Oh my gawd! laughing so hard it was starting to hurt his stomach
Dalton: So I tried to back out of it, but she just kept coming closer, trying to grope me with these intense eyes!
Andy: Laughing
Dalton: And so she backed me into these fucking bushes, pulled down my pants, dropped to her knees and fucking swallowed my dick!
Andy: Howling from laughing
Dalton: Wasn't the best.. but I mean…. at least it was something different than my hand!
Andy: Still laughing Fuck!
Dalton: Chuckling hoarsely she came by my house the next evening and we had sex. It was pretty bad he chuckled cheekily and I came within 2 minutes max… I never heard from her again after that, I guess she wasn't impressed!
Andy: Laughing
Dalton: Amused grin
Andy: Oh man!
Dalton: He shrugged lightly it is what it is
Andy: Chuckling
Dalton: He took a drag of the joint, contemplating what to ask next …. favorite position?
Andy: He snorted soft Giving or taking?
Dalton: He tilted his head, observing Andy ….. both
Andy: He chuckled soft and shook his head …. uh… giving… I dunno man flashes of Sam and him from few days ago, flashing through his mind, instantly making him sweat and blush Uhhh…. I like…. uh he chuckled awkwardly giving it rough to someone draped over a kitchen counter.
And taking…. uh…. anything really… for both… I'm really not picky…
Dalton: You gotta pick one he smirked lightly and took a quick drag of the joint, passing it to Andy
Andy: He quickly grabbed the joint, taking a big drag, coughing lightly as he answered downwards doggy, with someone really dominant.
But honestly, it also depends a lot on my mood… so I guess this is my drunk answer he chuckled hoarsely
Dalton: He nodded soft and slow, his eyes turning red from the joint
Andy: … and yours?…. giving and taking….
Dalton: Giving…. uhm… I'm gonna sound ultra boring he chuckled
Andy: Not at all! He smiled encouraging
Dalton: …. just missionary… but I also like when laying on the side, giving it from behind…. so like spooning… I basically like
something where I really feel connected and wrapped up in my partner… closeness…
Andy: Nodding agreeing, quickly taking another drag, trying desperately not to imagine himself having sex with Dalton
Dalton: Taking… haven't tried yet he sighed soft so can't really say?
Andy: …. I thought you and Adrian-
Dalton: No… he says I'm not ready yet…. I hate to admit he's probably right he shrugged lightly a lot has changed in my life in a very short amount of time, and it has been a bit of an adjustment.
It's alright.. I'm a pretty fluid person, I adapt pretty fast to new circumstances, but I can't deny some things have been harder for me
than I…. yeah he frowned soft
Andy: … but you want to?
Dalton: He nodded soft and sighed very much so!
Andy: …. you and Malou are…?
Dalton: Yes he nodded again And it's good….it's really good he chuckled somewhat shy well it definitely is with Adrian and I as well…
I guess I just miss that one thing… which is sorta stupid right? When I've actually never had it.
Andy: He shrugged lightly and took a drag of the joint I think it's completely normal to have an idea of how something could be, and
long for it… even if you've never had it… them…
Dalton: Yeah… I suppose you're right….
He sighed soft and forced a more cheerful smile Have you always been a very sexually open person?
Andy: He snorted amused Yes and no… I guess I was always open in the sense of being cocky about sex, and then shitting my pants when
it actually came to having sex!
Dalton: He chuckled amused like what?
Andy: Like a lot of different stuff he chuckled amused but off the top of my head… when I was about 17 I was with some friends at their
dorm room… and we were all pretty drunk, flicking through the tv channels, trying to figure what to do with the rest of the night, as the
party we were supposed to go to fell through.
Anyway… suddenly a porn channel came on and my fucking cocky shit mouth suggested we just stay in and watch porn.
We did… at first it was just fun sitting there, trash talking porn… but soon enough we all got more and more riled up, and some of them started jerking off, and I completely shat myself and ran away he chuckled soft pretty pathetic of a gay man, not being able to wank
with his male friends!
Dalton: He chuckled amused But you were closeted back then, right?
Andy: Yeah he took a drag, passing the joint to Dalton
Dalton: Nah he chuckled lightly You're on your own, I feel like I'm fucking floating he chuckled soft and let himself fall down on his bed, starring at the ceiling
Andy: He chuckled lightly and took one last huge drag, before killing the rest in the ashtray yeah… me too! he let himself fall back down next to Dalton with a deep relieved sigh, feeling the room spin around him
They laid still for a while before someone finally decided to break the silence
Dalton: We should do it!
Andy: Do what? he chuckled hoarsely
Dalton: We should be porn watching friends who jerk off together! he slurred drunkenly
Andy: Yeah right! he snorted
Dalton: Chuckling soft, moving around the bed
Andy: What the fuck are you doing?! he chuckled amused by all Dalton's bumping around
Dalton: Finding some fucking porn!
Andy: Laughing What?! he slowly sat up in bed, looking at Dalton with a both confused, yet amused smile
Dalton: Grinning cheekily come on! Let's watch some porn, or you're gonna chicken out again? He quickly opened his laptop
Andy: uhhhhh
Dalton: He swiftly clicked his browser come on… what's your name on Pornhub?
Andy: Biggest meltdown ever, complete blue-screen
Dalton: Alright he chuckled cheekily and quickly opened Pornhub, starting to scroll around Ah! There you are! he said a little while later, and clicked on something would this be alright? he quickly lit a couple candles, got out of bed and walked to the door, turning off the ceiling light
Andy: Starring blank at the screen, a video with himself and another guy, kissing heavily in bed, about to fuck
Dalton: He returned to the bed and got under the blanket, fumbling around a bit, then grinned at Andy Well I'm naked! Your turn!
Andy: He shook his head lightly, an insecure chuckle escaping him you're fucking drunk!
Dalton: ….. not gonna argue with that he grinned cheekily
Andy: He shook his head again …. you're actually serious? You wanna jerk off with me while watching me getting it on with someone else?
Dalton: He shrugged lightly That wont get you up or? …. I can find something else… what gets you up?
Andy: His eyebrows lifted and his eyes got wide Oh this definitely gets me up! Trust me! But I'm not sure if I'm taking advantage of you
being extremely drunk?!
Dalton: I'm not THAT drunk!… I'm the one who suggested it… I'm the one who picked the porn… It's not a big deal Andy.. it's just fun!
Letting some steam off he smirked
Andy: Head shaking Fuck!
Dalton: Are you hard?
Andy: He shook his head in slow-motion, trying his best to say no ….. yes
Dalton: Then fucking lean back and grab it and have some fun!
Andy: He shook his head lightly and let himself fall deep into the mattress, starring at the ceiling, contemplating why he was such a fucking pussy suddenly!??!? The sound of himself starting to moan on the screen, only making it harder, so he closed his eyes.
For a while there were no sounds in the room, beside the moans from the video, Andy finding it harder and harder not to touch himself. Just as hard, if not harder, not to turn his head and peek at Dalton, to see if he had fallen asleep, or if he was actually jerking off to Andy's video. He couldn't even decide which one he preferred of the two?
Andy: Then he gave in, opening his eyes, daring to turn his head to peek at Dalton
Dalton: He was laying on his back, watching the video, judging by the slow moving bumps under the blanket, he was definitely stroking himself
------- small warning that things get more explicit from this point on, though I wont tag it with the usual sexual content warning, since there's stilll a lot of quite important conversation/moments through this scene, which is pretty essential for this chapter.
But, there's been a small warning now, that from this point on, it turns explicit -------
Andy: Fuck he whispered, and grabbed his own dick, stroking it firmly, biting his bottom lip
Dalton: He turned his head in almost slow-motion, smirking at Andy There you are… I thought you fell asleep his voice was low, slow and drowsy, as he spoke it's a good video
Andy: He closed his eyes, feeling his whole body starting to float off into a sea of arousal, wanting nothing more than to drown in Dalton, so he slowly let go, feeling the room spinning, the alcohol and joint taking over, his voice more slurred now as he spoke
I didn't think you'd already be into gay porn?
Dalton: He chuckled cheekily I'm pretty flexible
Andy: He bit his bottom lip at the word 'flexible' and let a soft moan out, feeling his dick twitch
Dalton: He grinned cheekily not such a bad idea after all?
Andy: Mmh-no he started stroking himself a little firmer
Dalton: He chuckled soft, his eyes drifting to the screen again That looks fucking hot!
Andy: His eyes shifted from Dalton to the screen, watching himself fucking the other guy, doggy style Fuckhhh he instantly felt ready to cum, gasping lightly for air to control himself
Dalton: You have a really nice dick… congrats he smirked back at Andy
Andy: … th…. thanks his breathing turning heavy, steamy, his eyes drowsy, his body begging to be touched
Dalton: It's quite bigger than mine… and I'm more or less average
Andy: Average is good he breathed out in a steamy voice
Dalton: He fumbled around under the blanket a bit, then his hand found it's way to Andy's thigh... then dick
Andy: …
Dalton: His hand brushing over Andy's dick again, but this time it kept brushing, fumbling, searching yeah, definitely bigger… thicker
his eyes locked back on the screen and you're shaved… I'm not
Andy: fuuuckhh!!! he arched his back and closed his eyes, his hand letting go of his dick, to grand Dalton more access, in hopes he would take it
Dalton: You can touch mine if you wanna compare his eyes not moving from the screen
Andy: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!! He quickly reached out, before panic would get the best of him, fumbling a bit, then let a couple fingers gently brush over Dalton's shaft, accidentally brushing against his balls as well
Dalton: A small moan escaping him
Andy: Fuck he lifted his own pelvic floor, by reflex pressing his own dick further into Dalton's hand
Dalton: His hand instantly locking around Andy's, hesitating just a couple seconds, before it slowly started stroking it
Andy: A soft moan escaped him, and he quickly followed Dalton, locking his own hand around Dalton's dick, stroking it slow but firm
Dalton: A somewhat surprised moan escaping him, his eyes closing for just a brief moment, then they locked on the screen again
Andy: He bit his bottom lip firmly, his heart pounding heavy in his chest
Dalton: Another moan escaping him
Andy: The thick bathrobe was getting way too hot! So he fumbled a bit, unable to untie it, the way he was laying
Dalton: He all of a sudden lifted the blanket and peeked under it what are you doing?
Andy: It's hot! he sighed out, and finally managed to untie the rope and pull it aside, his naked body getting exposed
Dalton: He bit his bottom lip, observing his own hand stroking Andy's dick, then looked down his own body, at Andy's hand stroking his own dick, another moan escaping him I like this he grinned at Andy friends should jerk more often… I bet science would agree, it's probably healthy as fuck! It feels like it he chuckled cheekily and smirked at Andy
Andy: he looked at Dalton's dick, his own hand picking up speed, stroking it firmer and with more rhythm, his own hips starting to move at the same rhythm, fucking Dalton's hand
Dalton: Sweet his smirk growing wider as he observed Andy's dick gliding in and out of his hand, his own hips slowly starting to move, and then he let go of the blanket, falling back down on the bed with a soft sigh of pleasure
Andy: A soft moan escaping him, tightening his grip around Dalton's dick, his lips parting, eyes locked on Dalton's lips, craving to lean in and taste them!
Dalton: A soft moan escaping him, then he suddenly sat up straight in bed
Andy: He startled and quickly let go of Dalton, as he felt Dalton let go of him
Dalton: Sorry! I fucking gotta pee he laughed sheepishly and got up I'll be right back!
Andy: He took a deep steady breath as Dalton stumbled out the room and covered his face with Dalton's pillow, screaming into it
Dalton: He stumbled into the bathroom and found his way to the toilet, and after a fight to piss, he finally managed to convince his boner to let it out, and while doing so, he spotted the leftover bottle of wine in the window, reached out and quickly finished it
Andy: Heavy breathing, a panic attack rolling over him. Surely this had to be wrong?!!! 'Friend jerking" were there even such a thing?!?! Then it dawned on him…. Daniel… Alex…. Ronan….. Eonan…. Akin…. Kris…. all friends he regularly had sex with….. and they were just friends…. And both Kris and him and also Daniel and him, had at least a couple times watched porn together while jerking off, granted it had lead to sex, but….wait… holy fuck!!! Was that what Dalton wanted?!?? He DID make several comments about Adrian not having!!!!!!!!! He jumped out of the bed and ran downstairs, quickly finding his jacket in the hallway, searching his pockets quick FUCK Yeah!!!
He held a small plastic bag up between two fingers and grinned at the content… he was drunk enough to know he probably wouldn't last long with someone like Dalton…. so… He quickly walked to the kitchen, grabbed a random bottle of alcohol from a shelf Tequila?
he chuckled hoarse why the fuck not?
He threw the bag of pills on the table casually and opened the bottle, then opened the bag, grabbed a pill and swallowed it with a large
sip of the alcohol, then another pill and another sip.
He looked down at his dick, grabbed it and stroke it You're about to get so fucking lucky!
He chuckled hoarsely at himself, then ran back up the stairs
Dalton: He was sitting on the bed, stroking himself, watching the porn, it was a new video by now and he seemed to be completely stoned, not noticing Andy enter the room
Andy: He bit his bottom lip and walked all the way up to Dalton, reaching the bottle to him I got thirsty!
Dalton: He slowly turned his head and chuckled at the bottle Tequila?
Andy: He shrugged lightly First thing I grabbed
Dalton: Tsh he shook his head you should have grabbed some cigs, we're out.
Andy: I'll-
Dalton: Nah he stood up Sit down and enjoy… well… he gestured at the screen where Andy was currently being group fucked by 3 men
Your show he chuckled hoarsely and walked past Andy I'll be back in a minute!
Andy: He turned and watched Dalton's naked butt as he left out the door, feeling his dick twitch Don't worry he grabbed it and stroke it firmly You'll get it soon!
Dalton: He hurried down the stairs, and into the kitchen, opening a drawer, grabbing a half smoked pack of cigs, then noticed a small bag on the kitchen counter. 2 small pills inside…………………. he grabbed the bag, just about to throw it in the garbage can, then… a spur of the moment and his drunken brain… he opened the bag, grabbed the pills and quickly swallowed them, hoping they would be the extra fun kind. He stuck a cig in his mouth and quickly ran back up the stairs, grinning wide as he re-entered the bedroom, quickly sitting down on the bed next to Andy, leaning his back casually against the wall and grabbed a lighter from his table, lighting the cig, then throwing both lighter and cigs at Andy's lap
Andy: He chuckled hoarse and quickly lit a cig, throwing the pack on the floor So….
Dalton: So….
Andy: You don't mind seeing me get fucked by 3 men? he nodded at the screen
Dalton: He turned his head, looking at the screen for a moment, the cig dangling casually from his lips No he looked back at Andy with a cheeky grin should I?
Andy: Spacing out Should you what?
Dalton: Chuckling cheekily Should I mind watching you getting fucked?
Andy: …..no?
Dalton: I am a bit jealous though…
Andy: …… you're…. jealous?
Dalton: Yeahhh… his speech slurring again the way you fucked that guy in the other video….
Andy: ……. you…. wanna…. watch it…. again?
Dalton: Yeahhhhh….
Andy: His eyes tilting to the screen, all sense seeming to slowly seep out his scalp and float into the air and out the window though they were both closed. He snorted.
The next one is much better… just… click… next
Dalton: Oh really? He spoke in an almost monotone voice, though he looked exited, and quickly leaned forwards, taking a drag of his cig, before placing it in the ashtray, and fumbled a bit with the laptop, till he finally managed to click next
Andy: He bit his bottom lip and got on his knees, leaning over Dalton, killing the cig in the ashtray, then allowed himself to fall back down on his ass
Dalton: You could have asked me to do it
Andy: Grinning cheekily and missed out on rubbing my naked body against yours? …Nah
Dalton: He snorted soft
Andy: Follow the movie he nodded at the screen
Dalton: He turned around, just in time to see Andy starting to finger some smaller guy… same body type as Dalton, overall same type, even similar hair He looks like me he snorted soft and let his back slide a bit further down the wall, so he now half laid half sat in bed
Andy: He bit his bottom lip, naturally knowing the guy somewhat looked like Dalton, which was the whole reason he had fucked him! He slowly started stroking himself again, feeling an intense warmth and need for love and intimacy starting to flow through his body
Can I give you a friendly compliment?
Dalton: Mh? He turned his head slowly and looked at Andy with drowsy half unfocused eyes shoot!
Andy: You're fucking hot!
Dalton: A more goofy grin spread on his face and his eyes lit up
Andy: Yeah… that only made it worse!
Dalton: The grin only growing roots
Andy: God I love you, man!
Dalton: Grinning, spacing out
Andy: A soft moan escaping him I really wanna fuck you.
Dalton: Completely tilting off planet earth
Andy: Stroking himself firmer, his body burning Oh yeah… he slowly pushed himself forwards in bed, leaning in, messily stroking Dalton's cheek God I want you!
Dalton: Floating off in space
Andy: His body tilting forwards, losing balance, sorta landing with his lips semi against Dalton's Yeahh… Dalton… kiss me…..
Dalton: A soft moan escaping him as Andy's tongue started poking messily against his lips
Andy: I wanna fuck you he whispered into Dalton's mouth and threw himself into a heated French kiss
Dalton: A soft moan, his breathing getting heavier, slipping further into bed, landing in the soft pillows, feeling as if he just kept falling endlessly through the stars
Andy: Yeahhh he reached down, locking a hand around Dalton's dick again, firmly stroking it You're so hard!… I wanna taste you
He quickly crawled further down in bed, till he was finally face to face with Dalton's dick, smirking as he looked back up at Dalton
Dalton: Unfocused starring at Andy
Andy: You want me to suck you?
Dalton: Slow motion nod
Andy: Fuckhhhh he quickly leaned in I'm gonna eat you like you have never been eaten before!!
Dalton: Surrendering long moan as his dick slowly slipped into Andy's mouth and straight down his throat
Andy: On his knees, throat fucking himself with Dalton's dick, stroking himself firmly, the room spinning and spinning, while he himself was moaning and gagging, doing his best to taste every inch of Dalton, greedily sucking him, till short moments later Dalton exploded in his mouth
Dalton: Long spaced out moan
Andy: He quickly swallowed the cum, and felt himself ready to explode as well, so he quickly straightened himself up and allowed himself to cum on Dalton's lower belly Yeahhhhhh!!!!!
He panted hard and looked up at Dalton
Dalton: Barely focused on Andy, his legs slowly parting
Andy: Biting his lips, observing the new space between Dalton's legs Fuck yeahhhhh man!!!! But first you have to be ready!!
He quickly swiped a couple fingers over his own cum and let himself fall back down on the bed, laying his head on Dalton's hip, slowly licking some of his own cum up, while letting his cum soaked fingers travel down Dalton's belly, down his balls, quickly finding their way down between his legs, pressing in between Dalton's butt cheeks
Andy: Just relax…. take a deeeep breath
Dalton: Fighting space aliens with large tentacles
Andy: Pushing a bit harder, moaning deep as his two fingers finally slipped inside Dalton Fuck yeahhh!!!
Dalton: Surprised moan I cum in peace he mumbled soft and raised his head, looking at Andy with a questioning frown Andy?
Andy: Yeah? he quickly twirled the two fingers in a soft circle
Dalton: Fuckhhh!!! He looked down himself, sorta understanding the two fingers inside him, but not really yeahhh he nodded slow
Andy: He bit his bottom lip hard, tasting blood in his mouth, which only aroused him further, twirling his fingers again
Dalton: Oh! He gasped lightly and felt his dick twitch, a string of cum leaking down it
Andy: Yeah… you like that huh? He pushed himself further down in bed, licking the string of cum off Dalton's dick God I wanna sit on
it!!!
Dalton: A soft moan escaping him Yes master and commander
Andy: He bit his lip hard again and clumsily sat up in bed, slowly sliding the two fingers in and out of Dalton, while trying his best to get the robe completely off, finally giving up and slipping the fingers out of Dalton, ripping the robe off, throwing it on the ground somewhere and climbed up on Dalton's lap, wiggling his ass against Dalton's dick
Dalton: His hands slowly sliding up on Andy's thighs, resting heavily on his skin
Andy: He nodded slow just relax… I will get back to your hole, I just have to take care of mine for a moment he reached backwards, grabbing Dalton's dick, slowly pressing it inside himself with a long relieved moan fuuuuuuuuck!!!! You have no idea how long I have
longed and waited for this!!!
Dalton: Soft moan, arching his back
Andy: Surprised gasp as Dalton's dick got pushed a bit further inside him yeah… you like that?
Dalton: Spacing in and out, nodding slow, observing his own dick gliding in and out of Andy as Andy started slow riding him, feeling the intense pleasure, hearing the moans of the by now hard fucking on the screen, his head automatically tilting towards it, seeing Andy fuck the guy on the screen Yeahhhhhh….
Andy: Taking the yeah as an answer, he picked up more speed, starting to ride Dalton faster and harder fuckkkkhhhhhhh he gasped hard for air, feeling overwhelmed with feelings and pleasure yeahhhhhh!!! I love your fucking dick! You're so fucking perfect!!!!
Dalton: A heavier moan escaping him, finding it hard to keep his eyes open, trying hard to reel himself in, and switch place with the guy on the screen, sorta starting to see himself on the screen… getting fucked by Andy
Andy: Oh yeahhhh!!!! he moaned deep and welcoming watching his own dick bounce up and down, cum leaking down the shaft, feeling such intense pleasure inside that could only mean one thing… something he hadn't done in years!!! He started pounding up and down harder and faster, till the intense orgasm finally let lose and rolled through his body and he lifted himself off of Dalton's dick, just in time to see both himself and Dalton cum, liquid squirting out of Andy, making him roar loud and his arms shake
Dalton: Loud surprised moan
Andy: His arms collapsing, falling down next to Dalton, shivering and chuckling, unable to handle the intense pleasure still creating waves in his body, then suddenly, the overwhelming intensity seemed to swallow him whole, sending him into an intense sobbing
Dalton: He heard the cry far away, not knowing what was up or down, or how to get there, though understanding it was Andy… but where? He looked around, and finally spotted him, several decades away.
He reached out, longing to grab onto Andy Take my hand… I'll pull you through he spoke distantly
Andy: What? He looked up at Dalton's hand reaching towards him and slowly reached out for it, grabbing onto Dalton's hand tight
Dalton: A loud gasp from him as their hands connected, an electricity shooting through his body, a soft moan escaping his lips, as he could swear their hands glowing. An incredible warmth spreading through his whole body I fucking love you! it burst out of his mouth
Andy: I fucking love you too!!! He burst out a soft chuckle, tears turning to happy tears
Dalton: This happened before he squeezed Andy's hand tighter in the alley… the night we met… you held my hand… I felt you….
just like I feel you now
Andy: He nodded eagerly and tightened his own grip on Dalton I've been so deeply in love with you ever since!
Dalton: He nodded soft, fully understanding, fully connecting, feeling as if a red string was tied between his and Andy's hearts, an unbreakable string
Andy: He quickly got on all 4 and crawled back between Dalton's legs, laying down on top of him, French kissing him tenderly
Dalton: He moaned soft in Andy's mouth, welcoming the kiss, squeezing Andy's hand, never wanting to let go and float back into space.
Andy: Their kissing quickly heated up, his free hand stroking through Dalton's hair I love you so much he whispered soft against Dalton's lips and leaned down, gently kissing and licking the side of Dalton's neck
Dalton: He moaned surrendering and craved to feel Andy closer, digging his free hand into Andy's back, holding on for his life, scared to float back off between the aliens and the space ships, his eyes tilting to the screen again, his body feeling heavy as a sand bag, his eyes drifitng, Andy moaning on the screen, laying on top of the guy, glitching in and out between Dalton and an alien… a close up of the perfect dick, fucking Dalton, slow, deep, demanding Yeahhhhhh fuck me he sighed into the room and felt himself slip away again, further and further away, still seeing Andy, getting smaller and smaller, feeling the ghost of his lips on his neck
Andy: He moaned soft and nodded, letting his free hand travel down between Dalton's legs, gently pushing a finger back inside him
Dalton: Surprised moan as he felt the soft pleasure filled poke inside him, even more surprised as it started slowly moving, a long sigh of relief escaping him, his eyes rolling back in his head
Andy: He moaned soft, observing Dalton's reaction, and slowly started moving the finger more determined in and out, wiggling it a bit here and there
Dalton: Squirming his body as he fell further and further into the black starry sea
Andy: Stay with me he whispered against Dalton's lips and squeezed his hand stay with me, my love….
Dalton: My love he whispered back and moaned soft into Andy's mouth
Andy: Yessshhhh He nodded eager and picked up speed of his hand, finger fucking Dalton firmly You're ready soon.. stay with me
Dalton: A long surrendering moan as his body squirmed again, his back arching firmly I'm ready…. I'm coming home
Andy: He nodded agreeing and looked down at Dalton's dick as he came, cum running down the shaft. He quickly dragged his finger out of Dalton, scooped some of his cum up, licked it off with a satisfied moan, then scooped the rest up, rubbing it all over his own dick, then very slowly pushed it against Dalton's hole I'm coming home he whispered shakily against Dalton's lips I'm coming hommmmeeeeeee a soft moan escaping him, as his dick slowly slipped inside Dalton, the room spinning faster than a carousel, as he started slowly moving inside Dalton
Dalton: Tentacles surrounding him, Andy's voice echoing in his ears as the stars finally swallowed him whole
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“Loveless” perfectly describing an aroace experience
“I had a theory that a lot of people’s “celebrity crushes” were faked just to fit in.”—pg. 5
“He was more of an abstract concept—he was hot, and he was my crush, and nothing was going to happen between us, and I was perfectly fine with that.”—pg. 5
“But what we did have—a friendship of many years—was just as strong as that, I think. Stronger, maybe, than a lot of couples I knew.”—pg. 11
“And if I carried on like this…would I be alone forever?”—pg. 14
“Like, heart racing, sweating, hands shaking freaking out. This was what crushes felt like, so this was normal, right?”—pg. 19
“A random choice from when I was eleven, and a girl held up a photo and told me to choose a boy. I didn’t fancy Tommy. Apparently, I hadn’t ever fancied anyone.”—pg. 25
“I was just staring at him thinking, ‘that was my fucking jacket’ and ‘seven years’ and ‘I never liked you at all.’”—pg. 26
“It was not random that I was the one who was falling behind.”—pg. 29
“Mum regularly pointed out boys she thought I would find attractive, as if I could just go up to someone and ask them out. I never thought any of her choices were attractive anyway.”—pg. 35
“ . . . no particular romantic feelings arose for anyone I met, and I was too anxious to try and force myself to feel them.”—pg. 49
“I was really quite lonely, and I wanted to be loved.”—pg. 53
“I knew almost everything about romance. I knew the theory.”—pg. 56
“I deleted Tinder from my phone, then hit play on About Time again, wondering why picturing myself in any sort of romantic or sexual situation made me feel like I was going to vom and/or run a mile, while romance in movies felt like the sole purpose of being alive.”—pg. 77
“How was I supposed to know that? What the fuck was ‘the spark?’ What did ‘the spark’ even feel like?”—pg. 125
““When you know, you know.” That sort of made me want to scream. I didn’t know how to know.”—pg. 126
“Why would someone go to a stranger’s house and take their clothes off when you could just stay home and have a safe, comfortable wank?”—pg. 126
“What if my sexuality was just the letter X, like the Kinsey Scale had told me?”—pg. 156
“I wished she had been nosy. I wished I could find the words to talk about all of this with my best friend.”—pg. 173
““This has to be a fucking joke.” . . . “Everybody has to be fucking JOKING.””—pg. 203
“‘You’ll change your mind when you’re older. You never know what might happen. You’ll feel differently one day.’ As if we teenagers knew so little about ourselves that we could wake up one day a completely different person. As if the person we are right now doesn’t matter at all.”—pg. 222
“And she’d laughed. That annoyed me. That was how I’d expected her to react. That was how I expected everyone to react.”—pg. 250
“She was annoying me, and I realized that it was because what I was doing wasn’t “giving up.” It was acceptance.”—pg. 252
“I have always felt lonely, I think.”—pg. 275
““I’m not really interested in getting a boyfriend.” “Oh well,” she said, patting my leg again, “plenty of time, my love. Plenty of time.” But my time is now, I wanted to scream. My life is happening right now.”—pg. 279
““That would be nice. If there were lots out there.””—pg. 291
“Love ruins everything.”—pg. 300
“You deserve joy.”—pg. 301
“He was right, I supposed. All of this was for love, in one way or another.”—pg. 342
““I just care about you so much…but I’ve always got this fear that…one day you’ll leave. Or Pip or Jason will leave, or…I don’t know. I’m never going to fall in love, so…my friendships are all I have, so…I just…can’t bear the idea of losing any of my friends. Because I’m never going to have that one special person.””—pg. 374
Happy bonus quote:
“So this one’s for you, Georgia. This is a play about love.” <3
#loveless#alice oseman#ace#aro#aroace#aspec#to be clear this is not meant to describe every aroace experience!#just one version of it that I happened to relate to#loveless spoilers#aromantic#asexual#long post
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tell me more about remus being a tease please
hellooo my FRIEND my SIBLING in christ i could talk to you for AGES about remus being a tease are you!! are you even!! could write out mathematical proofs on the matter but yknow to be pretentious remus's teaseness is really just axiomatic, hardly requires proofs does it bc it just IS. like the outwardly buttoned-up straight-laced prefect who just so happens to belong to a small band of charming criminals miscreants and frankly has a fetish for self-restraint and keeping secrets. yea he is a cunt and a fucking tease 1000% gets off on controlling himself/holding back/withholding & on torturing sirius with little touches comments etc especially very subtly in public (with a beautifully perfectly schooled blank face) where sirius can't do a thing about it except suffer and glare.
but okurr SO this is making me think actually! just for fun here are a couple fics that i think just exemplify remus being a fucking tease. (minor spoilers or whatev)
"redeeming time" by minx - read this like a stupid number of times as a teen so actually probably quite formative in my remus-is-a-tease headcanoning. and like technically he is not teasing even so much as tormenting sirius w/ straight-faced innuendo that is completely going over everyone else's heads but it's like. it's the vibe yknow!!
James turned his attention back to his breakfast. The porridge seemed especially tasty this morning. As he was finishing it, Sirius and Remus came in. They must have run down, since they were both a little flushed.
“You’d better eat up,” James said as they slid into the seats across from him. “We’ve only got a few minutes. What took you so long?”
Sirius was cramming toast into his mouth, so Remus answered. “Oh, you know Padfoot. The soul of vanity. Couldn’t shift him from the bathroom mirror.”
Sirius coughed, and Remus pounded him on the back. “Careful with that toast, Padfoot.”
one of my ALL TIME FAVE exchanges in all of wolfstar fanfic ever this just. so funny & this SO captures remus.
"a history of sexuality, vol. i" by istajmaal - all right did not discover this one till a few months ago but HERE, here we witness absolutely PRIME tease!remus omfg so:
A few moments after the door shuts, before Sirius had even moved, Remus said, "I don't know where Peter gets his ideas about your stamina, but someone ought to set him straight. Wanking half the night, honestly. You lasted two minutes."
Of all the things Sirius had thought he might hear this morning, this was not one of them. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Remus was sitting at the edge of his bed, looking between the floor and Sirius uncertainly, trying not to smile.
"Like you are the master of self-control," Sirius jibed, but it rang hollow, because Remus might, in fact, be the master of self-control. Sirius felt like hiding his face in his pillow again.
Remus got up with his bag slung over his shoulder, and planted a kiss on Sirius's lips. Just as his brain shut off and his lips slid open to meet Remus's greedily, Remus pulled away.
"Don't worry," he said over his shoulder on his way out the door, "I'll teach you."
anyway there are probably so many more but not thinking of them off the top of my head rn so thus concludes my thesis on REMUS IS A TEASE tysm so much for the ask my love <33333
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Prank Gone Wrong (Jack x Reader)
You'd known Jack Maynard since elementary school, and if you were honest with yourself you'd had a crush on him ever since. You had filmed a messy video for Jack's channel with Josh and thankfully Jack lent you some clothes so you could shower and change out of your sticky ones. You had spent the rest of the night hanging out with the boys and were coming back the next day to film a video for Josh's channel. Unfortunately, you didn't know that you had been caught in the crossfire of a prank war.
Getting ready for bed, Jack brushed his teeth and remembered he had set up a go pro in the bathroom to catch Josh singing in the shower. Grabbing it and reviewing the footage on his mac, he realized that he had caught you in the shower. Jack immediately paused the footage, his hand coming to cover his mouth.
"I can't." he said, running the mouse to the red X to close the window. Staring at the frozen frame of your body on the camera, Jack let his curiosity get the best of him. "Just a second." he said, clicking play. He watched you rinse your hair and caught that you were singing one of his favorite songs, a smile creeping onto his face. "Jack, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked himself, pausing the video again.
He went to close the video and delete the footage, but something caught his eye. You and Jack were the type of friends to tell each other everything, but you had a secret. You had a tattoo between your shoulder blades that you got when your grandma had passed. It was a personal thing that you wanted to keep to yourself, so you never told anyone. Jack played the video, watching for a clearer image of the tattoo.
"Jack!" Josh called, walking into his room.
"It's nothing! I wasn't doing anything." Jack said, slamming his lap top closed and ripping his headphones out of his ears.
"'Cause that doesn't look suspicious as fuck." Josh laughed. "If you're going to watch porn, at least close your door."
"I wasn't. It was....Nevermind. What's up?" Jack replied.
"Y/n is headed back over." Josh said.
"It's nearly 2 in the morning, is she okay?" Jack asked, nervous you would find out what he did.
"The heater in her building is broken and she was coming over in the morning anyways. I told her to pack a bag and she can just crash over here until it's fixed." Josh said, giving Jack a weird look. "Are you alright, mate?"
"Yeah!" he said, his voice cracking. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "Yeah. I'm fine. Is she just going to sleep on the couch?"
"I figured she'd bunk with one of us." Josh replied, knowing you had done it before. "Just wanted to give you a heads up. Finish wanking before she gets here. I'd rather not scare her out of the house." Josh said, closing Jack's door.
Jack opened his mac and felt guilty just seeing the video open. "Jack, you're an idiot." he told himself, deleting the footage. He heard the front door open and close. Hoping he wouldn't have to face you tonight, he stayed in his room.
"Thank you." he heard you say to Josh. "It is freezing in my flat."
"Of course. We can't let you freeze." Josh replied, giving you a hug. "Holy shit you're shivering."
"I know. I just need blankets and I'll bundle up on the couch." you said, tucking your hands into your sweater after dropping your bag by the couch.
"Do you just want to share mine?" Josh asked, grabbing your bag.
"Works for me. I warn you, though. I'm a cuddler." you laughed, following Josh to his room. "Jack asleep?" you asked.
"I don't know. He's being weird." Josh replied, setting your bag by his closet.
"That's nothing new." you laughed, crawling into the bed after Josh.
"Holy shit, your feet are cold." Josh squealed.
You laughed, "We've established I'm dying of hypothermia."
"Well that won't do." Josh said, pulling you towards him, making you the little spoon to his big spoon.
"Mmmmm, you're so warm. Thank you." you giggled. "Goodnight, Josh."
"Goodnight, Frosty." He replied, sending you into another fit of giggles.
Jack finally ventured out into the living room after it got quiet. He didn't see anyone on the couch and your bag was nowhere to be found. He walked down the hall and peeked in Josh's room. Seeing Josh with his arms around you left a weird feeling in his stomach. He didn't like it and he didn't know why.
The next morning Jack was the first to wake and he wasn't too happy about it. He had been up most of the night thinking. First, he had really fucked up and he knew it. The guilt was keeping him on edge. Second, even though he shouldn't know it, he knew you had a tattoo and he was upset you hadn't told him about it before. You guys usually trusted each other with everything. And finally, he couldn't make sense of his feelings. He was upset you had fallen asleep in Josh's arms, but he couldn't figure out why. Deciding to avoid all of it, he grabbed his keys and wallet and left the flat.
Hearing the door slam shut, you woke up. "Josh?" you said, sliding out of bed. "What was that noise?"
"What?" Josh said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
Walking out into the flat, you called out for Jack but didn't hear anything. "Hello?"
"He must have left." Josh said, ducking into Jack's room.
"He slammed the door." you said, wondering what was wrong with your friend. *Where'd you go?* you text him, hoping everything was okay. He text back *Just gone for a walk. I'll be back for Josh's video.*
Jack hadn't gone for a walk. Well, unless you count walking straight to MIkey's apartment. "I'm fucked." he said, plopping onto Mikey's bed. Mikey just stared at Jack, half asleep. "I said I'm fucked, mate!" Jack said, flailing around dramatically.
"Jack, what are you talking about?" Mikey said, sitting up in bed.
Jack spent the next 5 minutes explaining everything that had kept him up all night.
"Oi, mate. You're fucked." Mikey said, getting out of bed and pulling black jeans on. "Get up. I need food and coffee."
Sitting in a cafe around the corner, they placed their orders. While Jack was taking a drink of his water, MIkey asked him a question. "Do you think she'll still date you after she knows what you did?"
Jack spit water all over the table and Mikey. "Date her? Why on earth would I want to date her?"
"Mate, why do you think you were so mad when you saw her with Josh?" Lp asked, wiping the water from his jacket and face.
It took jack a minute. "I was probably just mad about. Well, you know. I don't like her. That's stupid. I think I'd know if I liked someone I've known my whole life." Mikey raising his hands in defeat, didn't say anything back.
When jack finally made it back to the flat, you and Josh were already setting up for the video. Trying to act normal, Jack asked, "What are we filming?"
"I figured since we have Y/n here we'd do Never Have I Ever. Conor's working on something upstairs so it's just us." Josh said, adjusting the tripod.
"Perfect. Cool. Works for me." He said, just standing around.
"Hey! You're back!" you said, walking up to Jack and hugging him. "Where'd you go?"
When you hugged Jack he was torn between wishing you hadn't and not wanting to let go. "Breakfast with Mikey."
"Nice. Hope you had a good time." you said, walking over to help Josh.
The first part of the video went fine, but then Josh brought up that you were sleeping in the flat because your heating was out and Jack made a jab at Josh. "I bet you kept her plenty warm, mate." looking upset.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Josh said, giving Jack a questioning look.
"Jack, I would have crashed with you like normal, but you were asleep." you replied.
"Sure, my turn. Never have I ever gotten a tattoo." Jack said, raising his 'I have' paper. You and Josh raised your 'I haven't' papers.
You started next. "Never have I ever..."
Jack laughed, interrupting you. "Never have I ever lied to my best friend." He stared at you, waiting for you to answer. "So you're going to lie about lying now?" He asked, when you didn't answer.
"What are you talking about?" You asked Jack.
"I'm talking about the tattoo between your shoulder blades you never told me about, even though you've gone with me to get every single one of mine." Jack practically yelled, regretting saying anything. If you came clean, he'd have to as well.
"How...How do you even know about that?" You asked, but didn't get a response.
"So you admit it!" He continued raising his voice.
"Jack, stop yelling." Josh stepped in.
"Oh, fuck off, mate. I'm sure she'll crawl back in your bed for comfort." Jack said, regretting every word. He was just digging himself deeper and finally he stood up and walked out of the flat.
You had tears in your eyes, and Josh didn't know what to do. "He's been off since before you came over last night. I don't know what's wrong with him."
"He's right, though. I should have told him." You didn't understand how he knew, but you felt guilty for keeping it from him. You sat there and explained to Josh the whole tattoo and why you got it and kept it a secret. "I hate when he's not okay." You cried, venting. "I know he won't ever return my feelings, but his friendship is important to me." You talked a bit more and then packed up your bag.
"Y/n, please stay here. Your heater won't be fixed for two more days." Josh begged you, not wanting to to be alone or stuck in your freezing flat.
"I'm good, love. Let me know Jack made it home safe, yeah?" You said, heading home.
When Jack came home, Josh cornered him. "What gives, Jack?"
"I screwed up, mate." Jack replied, explaining to Josh what he'd done and how he knew about the tattoo.
"You're an asshole. An even bigger asshole than you think you are." Josh said, going to his room and pulling the SD card from his camera. "Watch this and then make it right." Josh went to his room and closed his door.
Jack pulled up the card on his computer and watched his outburst all over again, cringing and swearing at how stupid he had been. After watching himself storm out, he listened to you explain. And then he listened to you tell Josh that you had feelings for him. Watching how broken he had left you, Jack closed the lap top. Something was clicking in his head. He wanted to be the person that comforted you when you were upset, not the person that left you upset. Grabbing his keys, he stormed out of the flat for the third time in one day.
Jack paced in front of your door for a solid five minutes before he gathered the courage to knock. Opening your door, you were surprised to see Jack. "Come in." You said, stepping aside.
"No." Jack said, standing in your doorway. "You may not want me to come in."
"You're always welcome in my home, Jack." You insisted.
"Not after you hear what I have to say. This seems like a good location in case you want to slam the door in my face." He said, refusing to come in.
"Oooookay." You said, waiting for him to continue.
"First, I have to apologize. Josh and I have been pranking each other and there was a camera set up to catch him singing in the shower. I didn't know you'd be in there." Jack said, waiting for you to understand.
"That sucks, but it's not the end of the world, Jack. Did you delete it?" You replied.
"You're not mad?" He asked.
"Embarrassed, but not mad." You said, cringing thinking about him seeing you in the shower.
"Well there's more." Jack cleared his throat. "First, you have no reason to be embarrassed." Jack said. "Second..."
If he saw enough to compliment you, you realized that he had actually watched the footage. "You didn't just delete it, did you?"
Jack started panicking and he couldn't stop the word vomit "I'm so so sorry, Y/n. I watched it for less than a minute. I swear I didn't watch the whole thing. We've been friends since before we knew we even liked boys or girls and I've never looked at you like that before until it was just sitting in front of me and then I saw your tattoo and I was confused and then I was a little hurt that you kept it a secret because we tell each other everything and then I realized how badly I had fucked up by watching it at all. And then THEN I saw you sleeping in Josh's arms and I wanted to punch him so hard. Y/n, I hated seeing you sleeping in his bed and I didn't understand why but Mikey told me it's because I like you and I accidentally spit water all over him but then I realized he was right. Which made everything so much worse because I had already done something unforgivable and then Josh yelled at me and made me watch the video of what you said after I stormed out like a fucking child and seeing you hurting just killed me....Y/n, I never want to be the person that makes you feel like that....." Jack stood there out of breath and out of words.
"I think I got about half of that." You laughed. "Why did you spit on Mikey?"
"Are you laughing?" He asked, starting to shiver from the total lack of heat in your building.
"What you did was messed up and embarrassing, Jack." you said stepping to the side and telling him to come in.
"I know, love, and I'm so so sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you." he said, teeth chattering. "I didn't even think you'd let me inside."
"You didn't let me finish." you said, closing the door. "Recording me was an accident, but you should have deleted it. No one likes feeling exposed." you said, blushing. "I think our friendship is stronger than your dumb mistake, though. I just wish you would have talked to me instead of blowing up on Josh and yelling at me. You were kind of a huge ass hole."
"Will you please forgive me and give me another chance to not fuck this up?" Jack asked.
"Of course, love. I do reserve the right to use Josh to get revenge, though." you laughed.
"That's fair. I'm half naked on the internet already, so I've accepted everyone will eventually see me nude." Jack replied, finally addressing the temperature. "You were not kidding. It's like the arctic in here."
"No shit." you laughed. "Apologize to Josh. And tell him we'll re-film his video tomorrow." You said, walking to the door.
"As if. You're coming with me." he said, grabbing the bag you had dropped at the door.
"You're forgiven, Jack. You don't need to baby me." You said, opening the door.
"No, you don't understand. I didn't get a bit of sleep last night after seeing you in bed with Josh. If you won't come back to mine, then I'm going to slowly freeze to death in yours." Jack said, still holding your bag.
"I still don't get why you got so upset that I bunked with Josh. All three of us have shared a bed before. We're just friends." you said, slipping your shoes on.
"But I didn't feel the way I feel now, y/n." Jack said, realizing you hadn't quite caught the point of all of this. "I don't want to share a bed with my best friend. I want to wake up next to the person I love."
Letting his words from earlier sink in, you shook your head back and forth in disbelief. "Jack Maynard, you are ridiculous. You know that?" you said, closing the distance between you two.
"There's actual proof of that all over the internet, love." Jack chuckled.
Standing up on your toes, you pressed your lips to his. "Also, if I had known that seeing me naked would make you fall in love with me, I would have taken my clothes off years ago." you teased him, walking out of your flat. You could hear him laugh behind you.
"That's not it at all, you freak. Though feel free to exercise your right to be naked any time you like." he joined you, closing your door behind the two of you. "It was seeing you with Josh. It just cleared some things up for me."
"Well now that we're clear, can we please get an Uber back to yours. You made me leave my warm blanket nest." you said, pulling your sleeves over your hands.
When you got back to his flat, Josh was sitting in the living room, doing something on his computer. "I take it you two sorted yourselves out?" he asked.
"I'm going to let you two talk." you said, hugging Josh and making your way to Jack's bed. When he finally joined you, he told you he'd apologized to Josh. "I'm glad." you said, feeling his arms wrap around your middle.
"How long have you felt this way about me? Like how long have I been missing this?" he asked, pulling you tighter to his chest and burying his face in your hair.
"I'm pretty sure I've always felt this way, love." You replied, smiling at how Jack's words slurred a bit when he was tired.
"I'm an idiot." he replied.
"But now you're my idiot." you giggled.
"How do you manage to sound both condescending and proud at the same time?" he laughed.
"Oh, go to sleep, Jack." you replied, still smiling.
"Half way there." he replied, placing a kiss against your hair.
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yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!
like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation
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Title: Silly Boy
Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation
Pronouns: She/her Afab
Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.
Word count: 2k
Note: If this type of content offends you in any way then please just ignore it, I have tons of other content on my page that isn't stepcest content and you're able to blockout any stepcest content by blocking the 'tw sepcest' or 'stepcest cw' tag <3
- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!
*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.
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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.
"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.
"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.
"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.
"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.
"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.
"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.
"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.
"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.
"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.
Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.
"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.
"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.
"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.
"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.
"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.
Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.
You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.
"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.
Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.
"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.
"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.
You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.
"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.
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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.
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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)
a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33
pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader
summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.
warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing
word count: 4.7k
You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.
So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.
A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.
You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).
But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.
You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”
“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.
“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.
“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.
“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”
He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.
“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.
You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.
“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.
Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.
The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.
Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.
When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.
“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.
‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”
“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.
Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.
You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”
Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.
“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”
“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.
He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.
“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”
Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.
“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.
“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.
“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.
“And?” he spoke flatly.
“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.
“Fucking dick.” he hissed.
Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.
Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .
“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.
“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.
He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.
“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”
Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.
“Thank you, Cal.”
He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”
“M’used to it.” you mumbled.
“You don’t deserve any of it.”
“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.
Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.
“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”
You let out a breath of exhaustion.
Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.
“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.
“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”
You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.
“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”
Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”
Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.
“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.
“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.
You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.
“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”
Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.
Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,
“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.
Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.
Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.
Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.
“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.
“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.
Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.
Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.
You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.
“Hungry?” he questioned.
“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.
“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”
“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.
But of course he did, it was Calum after all.
“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.
“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.
“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”
“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.
“Then what’s got you all flustered?”
“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.
“I’m not flustered.”
“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.
You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.
“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”
He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.
“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”
“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.
The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.
Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.
“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.
You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.
“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.
Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.
“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.
Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.
Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.
He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.
If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.
Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.
“What’re you thinking about, love?”
Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.
“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.
Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.
Fuck it.
“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.
That you weren’t expecting.
A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.
And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.
His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.
“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”
“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.
“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”
He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.
“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.
“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.
“Want you.”
He could’ve came then and there.
“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.
Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.
Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.
“Want it off?” he teased.
You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.
Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”
You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.
Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.
“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.
His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.
“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”
“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.
He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.
“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.
The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.
“Cal, please.” you begged.
He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”
It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.
A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.
“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.
Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.
“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.
When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.
“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.
Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.
Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.
Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.
“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.
You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.
“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.
“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.
“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”
He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.
“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.
He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.
“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.
When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.
“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”
Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.
“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.
“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.
You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.
“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.
You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”
He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.
You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.
He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.
As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.
“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.
His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.
“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.
Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.
His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.
Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.
“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.
He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.
“I love you?” he obliged.
“Is it a question?”
“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.
You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.
“I love you too.” you ensured.
Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.
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your drawing of Wank gushing about the reader reminded me how much I love her, so if you can, could you do some headcanons of Wank with the reader, doesnt matter which reader you want to use, animalperson, employeer, go wild. we just need more Wank simp juice
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SO ,,, i m combining these two asks for the sake of ease ,,, i got a third wank req but i might do that later today idk ,,,,,,,, 4 now u get these </3
[ tw ; one very very brief and non-detailed mention of violence ]
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-chances are you two just kinda. ran into one another at some point. you were probably in some of your own trouble with the aahw for one reason or another. it's essentially incident 010a
-chances ALSO are u were kinda horrified when u first seen her, u've gotta recognize her and idk man !! having someone who could easily snap your neck looming over you and just staring down at you isn't!! super reassuring!! :[ you don't even know if she's really listening as you're trying to plead ur case (and y'know. for your life.) because she's just ,, not reacting at all. she's just staring down at you in silence, you can't really see anything of her eyes behind the goggles and it's just making it worse. eventually though, you're cut off by her just picking you up and throwing you over your shoulders with an almost embarrassing amount of ease
-SO YEA ,,, i hope you like getting carried around like a sack of flour and unable to really do much at all, i mean, u can TRY and squirm around or hit at her backc but it usually just results in her tightening her grip on you :[ congrats to u tho because unlike her counterpart / sibling in incident 010a she HASN'T thrown you around !! so enjoy that at least
-eventually, you're allowed to see nevada from a normal view again when you get tossed in the back seat of a car. u don't get the chance to really think too in depth abt the idea when she's already stopping you, making a little 'watching you' gesture before she shuts the door on you. yeah its. not a great first meeting :[
-after u get brought back to her little base of sorts and get questioned by some others (who, are luckily a little bit less physical and generally intimidating), u just kinda. hang around. they've decided ur not a threat and its not like you really have anywhere else to go, aahw would probably just hunt ur ass down again anyway, esp considering you've been seen w/ wank now
-she starts to warm up to you a little more after the fact. you notice really early on that she's actually a lot more emotive and animated when she isn't tearing an agent a new one !! (granted, that's. pretty animated in its own right) she's still got that air of intimidation but for the most part she's pretty light-hearted, so!! it's not as surprising when she keeps checking up on u
-at first u just kinda excuse it as 'oh, she's probably just wondering if i got hurt or if im doing anything sketch' but she just kinda. walks in, asks if ur ok and then just stands there. you can tell there's always something a little bit off but she's usually walking off before you can point it out though. there is one time though where instead of walking off she just kinda. walks over to you, if you have any hobbies like reading, writing, or drawing then that's what she asks about first. she asks if she can watch you / read with you for a little while and so you both just kinda. chill like that. it's a little uncomfortable at first since there's not too much room between you and her on your bed but,,it works (or. yknow. you can always just sit between her legs and have her wrap her arms around ur waist and kinda rest her head on top of urs :flushed:)
-it becomes a routine of sorts after that, she'll come check up on you, see how you're doing, then come lie down with you. it's just..nice, in a way. it helps her calm down a little and she just likes being around you for some reason !! a fully platonic reason of course, you're just her friend who she sometimes thinks about kissing and who she can't help but think about your smile or the way your laugh sounds even when you're not around, fully in a just kinda friends way of course !! nothing more to it and the way she can't help but get giddy whenever she's talking about you !!! bestie behavior. yeah she talks to someone abt how she feels and it takes everything in them to not double over in laughter
-she eventually goes 'hm! fuck!' and realizes she's in gay love w/ u lmao. she's. pretty lost on how to go abt that and it reaaally doesn't help that you both are rlly affectionate w/ one another, so it just makes it harder for her to tell if the feelings are returned or not ,,, chances are she just kinda spontaneously confesses in her own kind-of-nerve-wracking way when you're both hanging out alone. she just kinda. cups ur face and makes you look at her and blurts out some 'i love you' or something
-N E WAY ,,, onto more mismatched hcs.
-she doesn't train w/ you very often since she's nervous about hurting you or exhausting you, she knows ur strong and you can take a lot but,,she still gets a little paranoid about it. however , she does enjoy you watching her train w/ others !! this isn't fun for them however because she does unintentionally go a little harder to impress you lmao ,, wank is not immune to favoritism and it shows
-like said before, she's very affectionate with you and she's not afraid to be so around others. if ur in her viscinity she just!! gotta hold u, its the law man. she just likes wrapping an arm or two around you and pulling you back against her, usually leaves a lot of little kisses on your temple or on top of ur head ,, it's worse if you fluster easily, hope u like being kissed a lot and being picked up bc she WILL do so just to see ur reaction ,, on the bright side though you do get to hear her laugh a lot more often since ur just that cute to her
-not at all shy abt her relationship w/ you and she wears it proudly on her sleeve, she cares abt u so so much and she genuinely adores you, it's written clear as day in any interaction you two have with one another so!! like hell she's gonna try and hide it
#wank x reader#white hank x reader#madcom x reader#madcom imagines#madness combat imagines#madness combat x reader#rot writes#abstract anon
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Kinktober Day 1: Rimming
Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist
Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader
Words: 3,560
Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)
A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!
“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,”
Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?”
“Something called Anal Punisher 3.”
“Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate.
“I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.”
“As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.”
“That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head.
“Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.”
You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse.
“And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.”
It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.”
“Sorry love,”
“But y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.”
Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?”
“Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.”
“If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.”
But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips.
“Benny?”
“Huh?”
His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him.
“Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,”
“What?”
He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying.
You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.”
“Think?”
“Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?”
“Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion.
“You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.”
“Mmmm,”
“I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?”
“Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again.
“Don’t you want me Benny?”
He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.”
“You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at.
He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes.
It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.
Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck.
“Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?”
You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?”
Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.”
It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant.
“What do you mean Benny?”
“Ummm....arse.....cock.”
It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah,”
“Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?”
Ben nodded.
“Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?”
He nodded again, “Yes. Please.”
You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap.
Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken.
“If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,”
He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom.
Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind.
It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.”
It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically.
“You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.”
Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed.
You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you.
All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.
It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.
Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked.
“Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have.
Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt.
With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own.
Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole.
It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again.
And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding.
Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole.
You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum.
“Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?”
Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle.
Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again.
“God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you.
Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so.
Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more.
“God Ben. You’re hard right?”
Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes.
"So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.”
You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders.
Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance.
“Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.”
Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices.
A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him.
Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace.
Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something.
“What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him.
“Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot.
And then he began to fuck you.
You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.
You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse.
It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided.
But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release.
You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you.
Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan.
He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.
It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out.
“Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet.
With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too.
He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours.
You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly.
Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed.
“Are you okay?” He asked slowly.
You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.”
He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.”
With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?”
“All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.”
“Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.”
His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?”
“Only spit and my cum.”
“Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.”
“Babe!”
“Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.”
“I always want you badly.”
You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?”
“You liked it?”
“Well you were very thorough.”
Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again.
“I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.”
“Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.”
“What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”
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young dumb thrills
Day 26, Post #2 by @accio-broom
Title: young dumb thrills
Author/Artist: accio-broom
Pairing: Gryffindor pals
Prompt: Studying together
Rating: T
Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Ron likes to swear, a lot. Also, the lads enjoy not speaking very nicely about the women in their year.
“Merlin, this potions essay is a pile of wank. I'm so fucking bored.”
Seamus snaps his book shut, his Irish lilt filling the dorm room and disturbing the peace. Until the rude intrusion, Ron had been attempting to write a Transfiguration essay on the benefits of Non-verbal spells, although he was struggling without Hermione’s usual help.
Four heads, belonging to the various bodies strewn around the place, lift from their books and parchment. The sixth-year Gryffindors throw frowns and obscenities at their friend.
“Well, it was your idea for us to do something together,” Dean comments, letting his head loll to the side to rest on his arms, his eyes closing.
“Yeah, but when I suggested it, I had a night of debauchery and booze on my mind. Not being shut up here on a Friday night.”
Ron laughs and abandons his parchment on the bedroom floor. He rolls off his tummy then wriggles into a sitting position, his back flush against his trunk. It allows him a better view of his dorm mates.
Seamus is sat up in his bed, resting against the headboard, his now shut Potions book by his feet. Dean sits in one of the window seats whilst Neville is perched next to his bedside table, crooning at his Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Harry is in one of the cosy armchairs next to the fire, switching his obsessive gaze between the Marauder’s Map and the Half-Blood Prince’s Potions book.
“Debauchery?” Ron scoffs. “What kind of stuff did you think we’d be getting up to stuck in Gryffindor tower? You tried sneaking in the Firewhisky, but you were thick enough to let Filch catch you. McGonagall has got us on lockdown because of you, and we can’t even sneak out the window for a fly ‘cos it’s pissing down outside.”
Frowning, Seamus retorts, “At least I tried. Anyways, you and Potter don’t seem to have any difficulties getting yourselves into trouble, despite the rules and detentions and any other fucking thing the staff throw at you.”
Harry, who has been a silent observer up until now, finally pipes up, “You know, I’d gladly trade places with you, Seamus, if it means getting a quiet year without Voldemort trying to kill me.”
The other four boys shudder at Harry’s use of You-Know-Who’s real name. Once he has recovered, Seamus waves a dismissive hand before flopping down onto his stomach.
“Yeah, yeah. We all know that Voldie prefers to wait until the end of the year before trying to kill you. You could at least enjoy yourself up until then.” A heavy sigh escapes his lips. “How did it come to this, lads? We're all virile, good looking fellas. Well, apart from Nev. Yet, here we are on a Friday night, with only each other for company.”
“Oi!” Neville frowns, swivelling to face his friends with his hands on his hips. “At least I managed to get a date for the Yule Ball. Dean didn’t go with anyone.”
“Yeah, but I have a girlfriend now.”
Dean’s cheeks darken as Ron’s eyes narrow. The redhead’s stomach churns. Sure, he’s adjusted to catching Dean snogging his sister in the common room now, but it doesn’t mean he enjoys it. He knows the type of stuff Dean gets up to, the sort of things he says behind closed doors. He’d rather Ginny didn’t get involved with a guy like Dean, but Ron knows it’s out of his control.
“Out of all of us,” Dean continues, “It’s only Weasley and me who have birds.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Ron joins in, mostly to distract himself from his overprotective urges. Ginny is more than capable of looking after herself, and she’s told him enough fucking times, too. “And I could be downstairs with Lav right now, but you were so adamant that we were going to have a good night. Anyway, you can take the piss out of Neville all you want, but I bet you haven’t even snogged a girl, Seamus.”
The Irish Gryffindor’s eyes brighten with glee. “Yeah, I have. Your girl.”
Ron isn’t surprised at the emptiness he feels at the jibe. His feelings for Lavender fizzled out ages ago, and he’s been trying to finish things for weeks. The only problem is he can’t seem to say or do the right thing to scare her away. He should probably come out and say it, try this honesty thing Hermione is always harping about, but Ron likes his balls attached to his body. Plus, it’s kind of nice having a girlfriend and feeling like someone wants him.
Still, he has to keep up appearances. He reaches behind his trunk and fishes out one of his trainers from under his bed before hurling it at Seamus. The guy moves fast, rolling to the side to avoid being hit in the head as he bursts out laughing.
“And a good kisser she is too,” he adds.
“Who do you reckon is the best snogger out of the whole of Gryffindor?” Dean muses.
Ron mutters, “Aren’t you still dating my sister, Dean?”
He knows his anger is irrational, Dean has done nothing wrong, but the images of the guy snogging Ginny then moving on to the next girl to compare them fills his brain, making him feel sick.
Seamus interrupts, still laughing. “For the guys? Then it’s me for sure. But I don’t know who’s the best out of the girls. I’ve snogged quite a lot of them. Some of them are amazing, and others are shit.”
“Fuck off have you,” Dean laughs too. “You’ve snogged Lavender, and that’s it.”
“Nah, I’m being honest with you. Weasley turned me down. It’s only her and Granger I haven’t snogged, truth be told.”
Ron sits bolt upright, all his fury at Dean forgotten as his heart pounds an irregular beat against his ribcage. However, he tries to arrange his face into a calm look. A few times, his secret crush on Hermione has almost been exposed, mostly via mutterings in his sleep. But so far, he’s managed to keep a firm lid on it, or so he believes.
“I don’t think Hermione has snogged anyone,” says Neville.
Dean shakes his head. “I’d put five knuts on her having snogged someone. She went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum, after all.”
“Doesn’t mean she kissed him.” Seamus shrugs.
Harry pipes up again. “She did.” He blushes as all eyes settle on him. “Only a small one, though.”
The rest of the room erupts in fits of laughter, but Ron can’t hear it over the roar of his heart in his ears. He digs his fingernails into his leg, ignoring the flare of pain as they break the skin. So, Harry knows that Hermione snogged Vicky, too? How many people did Hermione tell? How the fuck could his best friend keep something like this from him? Why hasn’t anybody told him?
Out of the corner of his eye, Ron can see that Harry is staring at him, but he refuses to meet the git’s gaze. His blood boils around his veins.
“She must be a good kisser then if she managed to keep Krum interested. Not exactly a looker, is she?” says Seamus, in between giggles.
Ron whips his head around to glare at Harry. Despite instigating this latest uproar, the specky git does nothing to stick up for their best friend. Their dorm mates are tearing apart Hermione’s honour right now, but Harry already has his nose buried back in that fucking map, tracing Draco’s path through the school. Harry is bloody obsessed with the Slytherin prick. He probably fucking fancies him.
“You can barely even see she has boobs when she’s in her jumper,” Dean agrees.
“Yeah, and don’t get me started on her hair.”
Neville frowns. “Now, come on, guys. I think you’re being a bit mean. Hermione’s alright.”
“Oohhh, she’s alright, is she?” Seamus rounds on Neville now.
Dean joins in, wiping his eyes. “Aww, that’s nice. At least someone likes her.”
No longer in control of his reactions, Ron jumps to his feet, trembling hands clenched at his sides.
“Enough!” he roars, loud enough so that everyone has their attention pinned on him. “Leave her alone! What the fuck has she ever done to you?” He gestures around the dormitory, daring any of them to speak up. “Don’t get her involved in your bullshit talk.”
“Oh, so it’s alright for us to discuss snogging your girlfriend, but not Hermione Granger?” Seamus slides off his bed, squaring up to Ron. “You need to work out where your loyalties lie. If Lavender found out, she wouldn’t be pleased.”
Ron eyes his friend, trying to determine if he should punch him. After a moment’s deliberation, he decides it’s not worth it. Ron is a prefect and is supposed to be setting a good example. Plus, there’d probably be a fight, and he isn’t sure he has the energy for that tonight. Seamus has a good right hook, after all.
“Fuck off.” Ron pushes past Seamus and strides towards the door, yanking it open. He leaves the dormitory without looking back, pulling the door closed behind him so hard, he’s sure everyone in Hogsmeade can hear the resounding thunk. The dormitory bursts into another round of hysterical laughter, fuelling Ron’s rage.
Taking the stairs two at a time, he reaches the common room with a loud huff, only to meet a startled Hermione at the foot of the staircase. Ron’s face floods with heat as she eyes him up and down, a disparaging look on her face.
“Ron, wh—”
He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her question.
“Leave me alone.”
Stomping towards the portrait hole, Ron barks at the Fat Lady to open without saying please, before heading out. He picks a random direction, then walks.
Fuck the lot of them.
Fuck his friends for being dicks about Hermione and girls in general. No wonder Harry wanted to keep out of it all. And fuck that specky git for not jumping to Hermione’s defence. Fuck Hermione for choosing now to break her months of silence, only to piss him off even more. But most of all, fuck his fucking feelings for making him react so defensively about the fucking witch in the first place.
He’s never going to live this down, for fuck’s sake.
#chudleycanonficfest2021#HP fest#hp canon pairings#canon fest platonic#submission#tw: swearing#tw: misogyny
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parts of pete shotton’s book “john lennon: in my life” that stood out to me
(this is semi long and contains book spoilers)
john and pete being the first people ever to get banned from their church
pete saying john would always share any candy he had with everyone around, but that he would maybe give john one piece of candy
they held a competition to see who could go the longest without swearing and they both spent so much time focusing on not swearing that they sat in silence
tw blood/cutting: wanting to do a blood oath and cut their wrists to be “blood brothers” but john brought a dull knife that wouldn't cut so they pretended to do it
being pyromaniacs (seriously)
john crawling out of all fours and groaning after being canned and making pete get canned even worse because he was laughing
john being known to pee himself when laughing
john daydreaming while he was riding his bike, crashing into a parked car, catapulted into the air, hurt his arm pretty bad, but his main concern was the damage to his bike
they once had a serious fight where pete was about to step on john’s glasses but intentionally missed just to tease john
persuading their classmates to wear white dog collars that they made in class
eleven year old john making pete watch him orgasm
pete and john having sex with their girlfriends in the same bed
john going through great lengths to avoid dancing because he was horrible at it
john and paul’s first introduction being awkward as they both just stood there
pete asking paul if he’ll join the band: “a full minute passed while paul pretended to give the matter careful thought: “oh, all right.” he finally shrugged.”
mimi slamming the door in paul’s face whenever john wasn't there to stop her
george just pushing himself into the band because he wanted to be there
paul, george, and john wearing buckets on their head and marching around on paul’s roof to make fun of pete’s cadet graduation ceremony
one night after julia’s death pete found john completely passed out drunk on a bus and found out that he had been on it for hours. he took him home and tucked him into bed.
john saying that he wrote in my life with pete and stuart in mind
cynthia scolding john for saying something outrageous and then john saying something even more outrageous
the quote, “john bamboozled his new soulmate” in reference to making stuart use his art show money to buy a bass
brian epstein asking if pete wanted to come back to his house for sex and pete turning him down but following with, “no offense taken. actually, i take it as a compliment!”
calling ringo a runt
“what’s a fucking wank between friends anyways?” - pete shotton
brian having a reminder of “haircut for george” on his desk because he was in charge of their grooming needs
john giving pete one of his big beatles paychecks so he had money for christmas
john asking pete “isn't he lovely?” when first meeting julian
john screaming “hi pete!” at a show because he told the staff to let him know whenever pete arrived
john hated to be touched and especially by strangers
john wanted to open his book in his own write with a dedication to pete saying “to pete, who got it first.” but didn't want to hurt mimi’s feelings so he drew a caricature of pete at the beginning and that’s how he dedicated it to him secretly
pete telling john he would never go to a interviewer and talk about john for money. (he only talked to two authors about john. hunter davies, who he asked john for permission for, and philip norman. who told pete that he was only writing a book about liverpool pop music)
cynthia and john getting in an argument because she wanted a porsche and john said they're too dangerous
paul was the beatle that was the hardest to get close to
george’s proudest possession was a painting by bob dylan and he had a guitar shaped pool
“there never was, and probably never will be, a group more self contained or tightly knit than the beatles were in those days..”
john loved a good pun joke
john loved hanging out with the monkees and micky dolenz was the craziest one
“the only thing john hated more than going to bed at night was getting out of it the next day.” MOOD.
john would literally read every single page of the newspaper
he once saw a tv program talking about autistic kids and donated 1,000 pounds to an autistic foundation
john making a random guest give him their sgt pepper album so pete could get one
the beatles almost showed up to brian’s memorial service in bright colorful clothes for “good vibes”
tw suicide: john was convinced brian committed suicide
george telling pete he use to think he was a “bad influence” on john
paul thought magical mystery tour was going to be a big masterpiece
at beatles financial meetings: paul doodling, john high on lsd, ringo asleep in the corner, george actually paying attention
bill turner (childhood friend of theirs) telling paul he didn't like hello, goodbye and paul being taken back by that
the beatles bought pete a car (jaguar to be specific)
john was very insecure around girls and never knew if they liked him or not
john thinking his housekeeper would assume him and pete were having sex because they were laying next to each other
pete was actually happy at first when john and yoko got together because john was happy
any time john and pete would be laughing together yoko would silence John
the beatles had to constantly tell ringo he was the best rock drummer in the world before he agreed to join the band again
paul asking pete if hey jude or revolution should be on the A side, pete saying hey jude, and then paul immediately screaming to john that pete picked his song over john’s.
there was so many arguments with yoko that would have to be another post itself but i will say it’s awful
george running after the press in his backyard because he took a photo of him while the police chase george around to arrest him for possession of drugs
“remember pete, they can't kill you for speaking your mind.” - john lennon
when pete found out about john’s death he went to visit george
“on the drive back home, memories of john flooded into my head. what a life, i thought.” <3
#this book is gold#please read it#Pete shotton I love you#I cried again typing this out#now onto geoff's book#the beatles#the beatles master list#the beatles books#John lennon#pete shotton#yoko ono#paul mccartney#george harrison#ringo starr#the beatles facts
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5 Times It Doesn’t Mean Anything and 1 Time It Does
Chapter 4 is here! | Read from the beginning
Rating: E
Fic Summary: What starts out as a one-night stand becomes an awkward weekend snowed in together as Simon and Baz deny their feelings for each other while getting each other off at every opportunity.
Word Count: 2775
A/N: It’s hard to believe that I’m back after abandoning this fic for a year, but here I am! I hope you all like the newest chapter!
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Baz
Waking up in Simon’s arms is better than I ever could have imagined. Where I usually wake up freezing, I’m comfortably warm. His arms around me make me feel safe, and the way his legs are tangled with mine brings us so pleasantly close that I never want to move.
So, I don’t.
I lie there in his arms until I feel him shifting against me, stirring from his sleep. He presses himself up against me, and his arms tighten around my waist.
“Good morning,” I whisper, glad that he can’t see the soft smile that crosses my face as he brushes his lips against the back of my neck.
“Morning,” he murmurs sleepily into my skin.
I sigh as he continues to kiss my neck, one of his hands rubbing over my stomach in a way that has me melting into his touch.
I feel myself growing breathless from so very little, and it’s wonderful and terrible at the same time. I should be pushing him away, reminding myself that this doesn’t mean anything, but instead, I turn in his arms and kiss him, swallowing the moan that escapes him as our lips meet.
I cradle his face with one hand as I kiss him softly, the way that I’ve dreamt about kissing him for so many months. I never thought that I could have this.
In reality, I still don’t.
This is only going to last so long. My feelings are one sided, and I’m going to be absolutely wrecked when this is all over.
Despite this, I lean farther into him when his lips move from my mouth to my neck.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I murmur, even as I allow him to suck a particularly rough mark into the side of my neck.
I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for the next week to cover the marks he has left all over my body.
“Why not?”
Because I think I’m falling in love with you, and this is just fun for you.
Simon pulls away to look at me when I don’t immediately respond.
“Is something wrong? D-did I–?”
“No!” I say, much too quickly, interrupting him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You are just very distracting, and I need to focus on my schoolwork.”
It’s a flimsy excuse, but I obviously can’t tell him the truth. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to face him again after all of this, and if he knew how I really feel about him, it would be even more difficult.
“So, what you’re saying is that once the roads clear and we have to go back to school, this has to end. But until that happens, this is fine.” His smile is trouble, but I fall for it anyway.
Leave it to Simon to find a loophole in my words. He’s right, though. I’m not going to be able to say no to him so long as we’re stuck here together.
“I suppose,” I say slowly.
“So, we still have today?”
I nod. Classes were cancelled because of the snow, so we don’t have anywhere to go. Might as well fill the time with something.
“Then, let’s make the most of it.” Simon’s grin is wicked, but I stop him before he can start something up again.
“Okay, but first, I need a shower.”
“I’ll join you.”
I bite my lip. I should say no, but I don’t think I can.
“We don’t have to do anything in the shower,” he says quietly. “We’ll just get clean. I won’t even touch you.”
“Okay,” I breathe. I’m not sure how well the no touching thing will go over – because of me, not him; apparently, I have no self-control when it comes to being around Simon – but I won’t deny him this. I would give him everything he wanted if he would let me.
Simon
I am desperate to get anything that I can from Baz, even if it’s just staying near him for the rest of the day.
He tried to put a stop to all of this, but I couldn’t let that happen. Not yet. If this is the only chance I will ever have to be with Baz, I’m going to make the most of it. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me, including showering with him while I fight every urge to reach out and touch him, tracing the movement of the water as it runs down his chest.
We had an agreement, though, so all I do is look, taking great pain to avoid even the most accidental brushes of skin against his.
It takes all of my self-control and more to accomplish them, but I won’t do anything to make him uncomfortable. I would never do anything to push him away, despite the fact that that has been all he has done to me even as he allows me to pull him closer.
It’s all so confusing and hot and sweet, and nothing will ever be the same after any of this. I just wish that things could end differently, with the two of us together rather than me being unsure that we can even go back to being friends. I’m not sure that I would want that even if we could.
Baz
We dance around each other in the shower, taking turns under the spray as we rinse our hair and skin. Simon keeps to his word and doesn’t touch me, even if that means he has to rub up against the wall of the shower to avoid accidentally bumping into me.
We don’t talk as we clean ourselves, but I can’t keep my eyes off of him. My eyes slowly drag down his body, taking in every mole and freckle that adorns his body. My gaze catches on the sparse hair on his chest, and I can clearly remember the way it felt against my back as we slept, Simon’s body curved around my own. My eyes follow the stretch of his neck as he tilts his head back to rinse out his hair, and I remember the way that my lips felt pressed there.
I was the one who told him not to touch me, but now all I can think about is hands running over my body, pulling me tight against him, and giving me a reason to need to clean off again.
With a brief reminder that this doesn’t have to mean anything, I make a decision about what I want.
“I need–,” I start but it comes out strained, so I clear my throat and try again. “I need you to touch me.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, but I can tell from his expression that he’s struggling not to just do it.
“Yes.”
He wastes no time after that, pulling me close to him and kissing me like he’s starving for my touch.
His mouth is insistent against mine, pushing my lips apart so that he can press his tongue inside, running it along mine and over my teeth, determined to taste every bit of me.
Swallowing a moan, I back him against the wall, out of the spray of the water, kissing away from his mouth and catching the droplets of water running down his face with my tongue.
“Turn around,” I murmur, and he complies easily.
There isn’t enough space to fuck properly in here, and I’m worried that one of us will slip and fall, but I have an idea.
I keep a small bottle of lube in the shower, sat behind the store-brand soap that I don’t use. I grab it and squeeze a generous amount out into my hand and spread it between his thighs before rubbing some over my cock.
“Legs together,” I command, hoping that I don’t really sound that breathy. Again, he does as I say without question, and I step forward until my chest is pressed against his back and the side of my face brushes against his.
Wrapping one arm around his waist, I slide my cock between his thighs, letting out a choked moan at how good this feels.
He tilts his head back until it’s resting on my shoulder, and I turn my face to brush my lips along his jaw before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. I let my mouth stay there near his, our breaths mixing as I begin to slide in and out.
My cock slides along his perineum, rubbing up against the backs of his balls before sliding back and rubbing along his arse cheeks.
This feels so good. I never would have thought that I could derive so much pleasure from being between Simon’s thighs.
I mean, I’ve imagined it before, but the real thing is much better.
My cock slides easily between his legs with the lube, and the sound of his quickened breaths in my ear pushes me close to the edge faster than I would like.
He reaches for his cock, but I push his hand away and place it against the wall, holding it there and letting my fingers slide into the spaces between his.
He groans and tightens his legs, and I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the shower. I bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to hold the noises inside, and it’s his turn to moan.
As I start to pick up the pace of my thrusts, I have the urge to murmur filthy, dirty things in his ear.
I want to tell him how good he feels. I want to tell him how perfect his arse is, and how much I love the feel of his muscular thighs constricting around me. I want to tell him how good he makes me feel.
But, I’m afraid of what might slip out if I start talking. I worry that I might end up telling him just how much I want him. I worry that I’ll tell him that it’s more than just a physical want, that I want so much more of him, that I want all of him.
So, I choose to keep my mouth shut as I fuck in and out of his thighs until I’m close to the edge of orgasm. It is then that I finally let the hand that was on his waist trail down to wrap around his cock and start wanking him in time with my thrusts until his orgasm is ripped out of him, his come hitting the wall in front of us, dripping down to swirl with the water at our feet and washing away down the drain, washing away the evidence of what we’ve done.
As his body shakes with the force of his orgasm, Simon’s thighs tighten even more around my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me and sending me over the edge with him, my come coating his thighs and balls and running down his legs, as I groan with pleasure and collapse against his back.
As I start to come down from that high, I kiss his shoulder and the back of his neck over and over again, never wanting to stop touching him.
I don’t want this to end. Not the sex, but the simple act of being close to him, of being the person who makes him feel good.
It’s an unrealistic wish, so I let my lips drag up the back of his neck until my nose is buried in his damp curls, and I inhale the scent of him mixed with my shampoo.
It’s perfect.
We’re both spent and panting now, using the slick shower walls to hold ourselves up, and when my cock slips out from between his legs, covered in my own come, I reach for the washcloth, ready to scrub away the remnants of such a beautiful act.
We begin to wash off all over again, but this time, I allow myself to touch Simon, using the washcloth to rub soap all over his body.
This is what people who only have sex do, right? They clean each other off?
It doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m just helping him, and he doesn’t seem to mind, if the soft sighs and small smile are any indication.
I start at his shoulders, rubbing over them gently before sliding down his arms, taking my time to clean each finger. I’m still standing behind him so I start washing his back next, taking my time as I wash over his shoulder blades, down his spine, and into the dip of his back, stopping just before I reach his arse.
I pull at his hips, carefully turning him around, and move on to the front of his body.
I can feel him watching me, but I don’t look at his face as I scrub his chest, watching the suds catch in the curls of his hair there before it runs down his abdomen and gets caught by his belly button.
I follow the soap and water running down his abdomen until I reach his groin. I carefully run the cloth over his softening cock, then over his balls before I drop to my knees, wiping at the traces of my cum that linger between his thighs.
I stand and start to turn to rinse off the cloth before washing the rest of him, but Simon stops me by placing his hands on either side of my face and pulling me into a kiss that is so soft that it takes my breath away.
The kiss doesn’t last long, but it has me practically swooning as he releases me, and it takes me a full minute to recover from it.
Once I’m done washing him off, he gingerly takes the cloth from my hand and does the same for me so that when he’s done, I’m shaking with how amazing it all feels. Who knew that something like this could be so intimate?
Simon
I swear my heart is going to stop it’s beating so fast, threatening to beat right out of my chest. I can barely breathe as we step out of the shower and Baz hands me a towel that smells of him. I can barely even formulate thoughts after what happened in there. The sex, the gentle touches, the cleaning of each other.
All I can think about right now is pulling him into my arms and kissing him softly. I just want to hold him and pretend like this moment will never end. Just for a moment, I want to believe that this thing between us is real. That he feels the same way I do, even if I know it isn’t true.
But it’s hard to remember that when he looks at me like that, like I’m the most important thing in the world.
I’m not sure why he changed his mind about touching each other, but I’m glad he did. It was the first time since I walked in the door of his flat that Baz had instigated the sex. It’s ridiculous how happy and wanted that makes me feel, and I hate that it fills me with useless hope.
Baz will never think of me that way.
Whenever the snow finally lets up, he’ll cast me aside like some plaything, and I will be left to pick up the pieces of my stupid shattered heart. He’ll never even think twice about it, and I think that’s what hurts the most.
Baz
Simon and I make breakfast in our pants, moving around each other at the stove like a well-oiled machine, and it is so utterly domestic that it hurts.
He starts the coffee as I pull out cheese and eggs for omelets. I find some sausages in the freezer and pass them to him so that he can get them going in a pan.
He smiles at me and kisses me lightly before he starts cooking.
Fuck, I love this.
I love him.
Which is why this all hurts so much.
My heart aches with how much I like him, and it also aches with the knowledge that this doesn’t mean anything to him.
He bumps my hip with his, and I think he’s humming something under his breath.
I haven’t been able to stop smiling all morning, and my cheeks are beginning to hurt because of it, but I don’t care. I love every bit of this, and I am determined to enjoy it for as long as possible.
I know we’ll have to stop eventually, but just for a while, I would like to pretend like I mean something to him.
#snowbaz#snowbaz fic#simon snow#baz pitch#carry on#wayward son#any way the wind blows#the simon snow trilogy#rainbow rowell#5 + 1 smut fic#my writing
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final sleigh drabble #2
❛ it’s Christmas day night...❜
original oneshot here // drabble index here
kim seokjin x reader
smut
4,179 words
It was Christmas Day night. You’d spent most of yesterday and today at Ana’s parents’ house. It was different to how your own family celebrated the occasion but lovely, nonetheless. Her family always made you feel welcome, no matter the instance, and you were really grateful that they’d let you spend Christmas with them, like you’d already said, because your parents were spending the holiday season abroad.
Now, just gone eight, you and Ana were getting out of an Uber outside a familiar house. Seokjin and Yoongi’s. You hadn’t seen your co-worker, since the weekend. The weekend of nonstop sex. You’d only parted because he had a train to catch, promising his mom he’d visit for a few of days before Christmas Eve. The sex had been so good it had taken him a while to remember said plans actually, and when he had, he’d unbelievably tried getting out of them just so he could stay and fuck you even more.
“You want to ditch your mom to continue getting your dick wet?” You asked him with severe judgment, both of you naked in your bed. It was Sunday morning. Yes, that was correct. He’d stayed over practically 48 hours nailing you over and over again. And then some.
“Don’t say it like that,” he whined, feeling instantly guilty. “I just don’t want to leave you. I’m having too much fun.”
“We can still have fun when you get back.” You murmured suggestively, running a hand down his chest. You were not ready to give this all up quite yet…
With a raised eyebrow, he seemed intrigued. “Even more fun than right now?”
“We can try.”
You hadn’t known if it was possible, the weekend had been very fun to say the least, but who knew. You’d definitely give it your all...
You’d spent the last few days messaging each other sporadically, but there hadn’t been too much conversation. You mean, you’d never talked a lot before the sex, so why would you start after it? But seeing his face right now, as he opened the door, you practically beamed.
“Merry Christmas, ladies,” he grinned, outstretching his arm to gesture you both to step inside.
Admittedly, you weren’t expecting him to invite you over tonight. He’d been back since Friday but you hadn’t made plans to meet again yet so when he’d text you this afternoon, asking if you and Ana would like to come hang out with Yoongi and him, you’d been surprised. Excited, yet surprised, but obviously you’d played it cool.
Ana had been a little reluctant. She had slept with Yoongi a couple of weeks ago after all – and hadn’t seen him since. But, obviously Seokjin had run this idea by him? They’d both decided it together, right? So it was fine. Plus, she needed to support her best friend. If she wanted you to get boned again, she needed to come! You couldn’t turn up on your own. Not that she needed much convincing after the initial unwilling... Secretly you thought she was hoping for a round two with Seokjin’s best friend... Who knew, maybe he was too...
Ana stepped in first and as you followed Seokjin pulled out a small piece of mistletoe from behind his back. He held it up between you both, taking you by surprise. A good surprise though. “Oh,” you uttered, wasting no time in reacquainting your mouths.
“He’s been planning this all day.” It was Yoongi’s voice, coming from somewhere ahead of you, but you both ignored him, kissing just a little longer.
Ana scoffed. “Surely no planning was needed. It’s holding up some mistletoe.”
“Mmm. I missed you,” Seokjin hummed, breaking away to snake an arm around your middle.
“I missed you too,” you grinned, aware Seokjin was dialling up the amount of yuck to piss your two friends off.
“Jesus, you guys.” Yoongi sounded like he was about to be sick. “I preferred it when she hated you.”
Seokjin turned to the other guy, sounding vaguely annoyed. “She never hated me. It was a misunderstanding.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Yoongi chuckled. “Ana, let’s leave them to it. I’ll get you a drink.”
You watched as they walked off together, towards the kitchen. Seokjin was the first to turn back to you, an eyebrow raised. “How much do you wanna bet they end up hooking up again?”
You were both on the same wavelength. It was obvious something was going to happen. “She hogged the entire bathroom getting ready.”
.
.
“Have fun, you guys,” Seokjin sang as Yoongi and Ana made a less that inconspicuous exit from the living room. It was three hours later. They’d lasted well, but obviously the need to get in on again had won.
Seokjin turned to you immediately, sat next to you on the sofa and gave you a wolfish grin. “Finally, we’re alone.”
You were no sooner in his lap, mouth glued to his. Moving your ass a little as you broke apart for a much needed breath, you felt the familiar impression of his erection. “You’re hard already?” You raised a judgmental eyebrow.
“Why do you sound so shocked?” He questioned indignantly. “My dick has missed you insanely.”
“Just your dick?”
It was a playful remark, you didn’t mean anything by it, but Seokjin lowered his gaze, giving you a small chuckle. Instead of answering he kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way inside your mouth as his hands gripped your ass and rubbed you against his groin. Instant pleasure zapped up your body and it wasn’t long before you were grinding on your own accord, fists clutching his white t-shirt, which you had to admit, outlined his chest perfectly – You’d been trying not to stare all night.
“Do you want to go upstairs too?” He panted against your neck, teeth nipping the flesh sharply and you bit back a moan. He was already so tuned into what you liked. “I really need to fuck you.” Pulling back to get your answer he saw the look on your face. “What’s that face for?”
“It’s turning into a sex party,” you moaned. You couldn’t all be having sex upstairs, it seemed... You couldn’t think of the word.
“An orgy?” Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Behave.” You needed more people to turn it into an orgy.
Seokjin’s mouth was back on your neck, kissing down your throat, to your collarbones and he sunk his teeth into the thin skin gently, causing your breath to hitch. “Well, do you wanna fuck down here?”
His dick was so hard underneath you, you rubbed against it some more, despite your objections. “No! What if one of them catches us?”
“Don’t be stupid. Yoongi is definitely balls deep by now.”
You whacked his back and he yelped in surprise. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”
“I didn’t say who or what he was balls deep in.” His reply didn’t impress you and so he grumbled. “I wish I was balls deep in you right now... Don’t give me that look, it turns me on when you’re pissy.”
Unable to stop your grin, you leaned in. “You must be constantly turned on at work then.” Pressing your lips into his, you bit down on his bottom lip. His hiss soon turned into a moan – and then a whine.
“Let’s take this upstairs. There’s a bathroom between our bedrooms. It won’t be like our headboards are hitting the wall in rhythm.”
“Fine.” You couldn’t hold out much longer anyway, and you both made your way upstairs, yelping loudly when Seokjin slapped your ass. You glare didn’t do much to discourage him, laughing loudly as he wrapped his arms around your middle and directed you to the door to his bedroom.
“At least they’re being considerate and playing music,” he said, the music loud enough to block any other noise going on inside Yoongi’s bedroom... Thank God.
“I feel like I’m back at college,” you whined as you stepped inside Seokjin’s room.
“Huh? Did you and Ana make a habit of hooking up at the same time? Hot.”
You pushed his arm. “No.” Chuckling, he made his way to the bed, sitting on the end, but you were too preoccupied with checking out his room. It was a lot larger than you imagined, walls cream, some covered in artwork. His computer was the main attraction, multiple screens, an unnecessarily large gaming chair and some other things you weren’t familiar with, mainly character figurines. His bed cover was a grey check pattern, a throw draped over the end with a couple of cushions against the headboard. Very clean.
“Your room’s cute,” you commented.
“Cute?”
“Yeah.” Turning to look at him you smiled playfully. “So, I guess this is where you jerk your dick to fantasies of me.”
He scoffed. “I don’t need to fantasise anymore. I have memories stored away in the wank bank.” Tapping his temple with his index finger he looked more than impressed with himself.
“Gross!” You cried.
“Come here,” he groaned, fed up with stalling, and he leaned over and grabbed you, causing you to squeal. “Or are you just planning on being a cocktease the whole night?” The sound wasn’t like you – but Seokjin had become good at making you act in ways you weren’t used to so far...
Which is why you found yourself on your knees for him, sucking his dick, his jeans and underwear around his ankles. “Your mouth is fucking magic,” he grunted, head falling back, his perfect, thick neck on show as you glanced up. You felt the urge to take him deeper, pushing him closer and closer to the back of your throat, ignoring any noises of reluctance it made.
“Fuck.” Seokjin choked, his fingers running through your hair to collect it in his fists. “That’s it. Take it all.” He pushed his hips up, stuffing your mouth for a few gloriously unbearable seconds before easing up. You lifted off, half of his dick still in your mouth as you caught your breath. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes that seemed to eat you up. “Do you like choking on my cock?”
Nope. He was not doing this. It was infuriating what his words did to you, and you immediately swallowed him again, ignoring the way your underwear stuck to your damp skin. He was going to have a field day when he felt you...
Gasping for air not soon after, you had no choice but to pull off him entirely, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You were drenched in spit, so was his cock. You watched him kick off his clothing, naked from the waist down and you made moves to follow, reaching for your shirt and pulling it over your head.
“Let me see those tits. I’ve missed them.” He murmured, and you complied, unhooking your bra to reveal yourself to him. His eyes instantly glazed over. Confidently, you cupped the soft flesh in your palms, massaging yourself, putting on a show, and as your thumbs brushed the hardened peaks that were your nipples he practically growled. “Oh, fuck. You want to end me.”
Laughing, you stood up, pushing your skirt off your hips, leaving you in just your tights and panties. He followed with his t-shirt, now fully naked. You’d never get enough of his body. “Come up here,” he whined. “Let me taste them.”
Sat in his lap, you let him grope you, his mouth making out with your chest like it could kiss back. The sensation was so intense you quickly became weak at the knees and you clung to his neck, grinding against his thighs like nobody’s business. Unable to take it any longer, his hands slipped behind you, into your underwear, and he felt the silky fabric with a groan. Soon enough he was wrestling with your pantyhose again.
“These fucking things. What the fuck. You’re doing it on purpose now.”
“Am not,” you insisted. (Maybe you were). “I need to keep my legs warm.” With a furious tug you heard a rip and looking down you saw his damage. “Seokjin! You laddered them!”
“Ugh. Just get them fucking off already, I need to feel you.”
Asshole, but wet and desperate you quickly pulled then off, giving Seokjin a great view of your ass in the process. The underwear you had on had a cut-out at the top of your ass, revealing a “cleavage” of sorts. He seemed to appreciate the sight very much, giving you a playful smack and now you were very confused. Was he an ass man like you’d originally thought, or a tits guy? He was probably both. Greedy.
You slipped the panties off too, settling back down in Seokjin’s lap, who instantly started running his fingers over your heat. You pulsed against him, desperate for some stimulation.
“I swear to God you get wet so easily.”
Says the guy who’d grown hard from a kiss? Okay... “Are you complaining?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. It’s stroking my ego.”
“Your massive ego.”
“Behave, or I won’t fuck you with my massive dick.” Okay, now he was just bragging. His smirk was annoying you. He looked way too sexy.
You were expecting him to finger you for a bit, make sure you were stretched out enough for him, but all he did was dip his fingertips into your entrance, content with what he’d felt and then he was shuffling out from under your body to grab a condom from his bedside drawer.
“God. I want to fuck you so much,” he muttered a few moments later, sliding the latex over his length as you securely sat on top of him again. You kissed him sloppily, letting him angle the head of his cock against your entrance. Impatiently, you pushed down, surprising yourself – and him – when you took him whole.
You sat there, both breathing heavily as you started to adjust to him, walls clamping down like no tomorrow, which must have been torture for Seokjin, if his expression was anything to go by.
“Shit. You got tighter,” he panted, reaching for your mouth again, trying to calm himself with kisses. You attempted to do the same, beginning to slowly grind back and forth, getting used to the full feeling. It wasn’t painful, just a little uncomfortable, but you were no longer scared of his monster cock. You’d had a fair few goes last weekend and you were now a near enough pro, so without further ado, you started moving for real. Up, until he was almost out of you and then down, slamming into him. You just about knocked the air out of Seokjin’s lungs, but he soon steeled himself, grabbing the tops of your thighs to keep you safe as you started bouncing up and down, riding his dick like it was the easiest thing in the world. In this moment, it was.
Seokjin started groaning pretty quickly, his jaw clenched as he watched your every movement, his chest and neck patched with red. You clung to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as you flung yourself back.
“Shit. Y/N!” He panicked, hands coming out to hold your lower back, afraid you were going to fall backwards off the bed. You were still sat on the edge after all, but of course he was strong enough to hold you tight, letting you lean back as far as possible to fuck yourself along his cock, the squelchy, sticky noise music to his ears.
“Mmm. I missed this cunt so much,” he moaned.
You wanted to tell him he was being a big baby, it had only been a few days but his vulgar words were having the desired effect on you yet again. You were like putty in his hands, especially when he started thrusting into you, meeting your movements with a thud. “I want you to cum on my dick.”
Fuck. You were so close, his words only helping, but by now you were getting tired; out of breath and sweaty. “Seokjin—!” You moaned, voice breaking at the second syllable, and you leaned forward, collapsing into his chest.
“Take it easy,” he murmured, hands dragging up your sweaty back. “Want me to take over?”
You grinned drunkenly. “No way, I’m enjoying myself too much.”
Seokjin chuckled, pressing his mouth into yours. “Make yourself cum.” He whispered against you, thrusting into you still as he grabbed your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh. “You can do it, Y/N. Grind on me like you mean it. Grind all over me.”
You listened, rutting into each one of his thrusts, holding on for dear life as your sensitive clit rubbed against his groin. You were both so sweaty and hot, your fingers sliding down his back, unable to grip on until you dug your nails into the skin. He hissed, thrusting into you harder. It seemed like Seokjin liked a little pain, too...
“Baby, go a little faster,” he panted, kissing your neck, and you sped up, grinding into him messily, chasing your high like something possessed. You were so turned on, so sensitive, it only took a couple more minutes, a strangled cry leaving you as you tensed in his arms, your orgasm rocketing up your body. “Ngh, fuck. Fuck.”
Seokjin stopped his thrusts, letting you gradually come down, and soon enough your body relaxed, almost turning into goo as the pleasure warmed its way all throughout you. You lifted your head up, staring Seokjin straight in the eyes, both of you panting like crazy, and without a word he lifted you, flipping you over, your back to his mattress before he crawled over you. He wasn’t done yet – and neither were you.
As he pushed inside you again, his hand found its way around your throat and he looked down at you carefully. “Is this okay?”
You nodded, voice hoarse as you replied. “Yeah.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked or done this – last weekend had been a lot, you still weren’t over it, and right now you were still so horny and desperate for him. You also really liked the feeling of his grip around your neck as he fucked you.
“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling him start to thrust harder, faster, his palm tightening around your neck a little. You folded your legs at the knees and widened them, wanting him as deep as possible.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, kissing your mouth in a frenzy, all tongue and teeth. His whole body was pressed into yours, pushing you into the mattress, his pelvis beginning to rub against your mound. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm, but you could already feel yourself a little needy for another. If he kept this up he’d have you coming again, and he knew by the way you started to meet each one of his thrusts, moans starting to slip from your throat – louder and louder. You hoped Yoongi still had his music on...
“S-seokjin,” you stammered, hands sprawled across his back as you felt that familiar sensation again. “I’m going to–ngh–”
He moaned in reply, pushing into your harder, using his pelvis to get you off, and you held your breath, willing your orgasm to come. Your walls clenched around him, making it harder and harder for him to drag his cock inside of you, but he fought it, continuing with gritted teeth until he heard you cry out, your body stiffening under his.
It wasn’t as strong as your last orgasm, but seemed to knock you for six, heady dizzy as you felt Seokjin kiss down your chest, slipping out of you carefully. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his hand cupping the other breast as he groaned softly. His erection bobbed against your inner thigh.
“Coming on my cock twice. You’re amazing.” He awed, lifting his head up to smile at you. He sounded drunk. You felt drunk.
“Well, I do try.” You joked, voice soft.
He chuckled, and then his voice grew serious, eyes large and black, still very much turned on. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”
It was pretty obvious, his dick burning a hole against your leg. “Your cum.”
His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to be so upfront, and you took great pleasure in that.
“Where?” He whispered. He didn’t bother to wait for your reply. “Mouth? Can I come in your mouth,” he asked.
Your stomach dipped with urgent need, and you nodded your head rapidly. “Yeah.”
He sat up instantly, moving to kneel over your face. He tugged the condom off, jerking himself off a couple of times before his eyes met yours. “Tongue out.” You obeyed, keeping your eyes open as the weight of his cock pressed against your tongue. “Good girl.”
Okay, that was new. He hadn’t called you that last week, and instantly you felt your gut squeeze. You sucked the tip of his cock, eager now for him to cum in your mouth. As you did so, he started jerking himself off, eyes fluttering closed as his head lolled back, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly. His movements grew quicker, matching his breathing and then he hissed, body tensing up.
“Fuckkk.” A couple of drops of cum landed against your tongue and you swallowed them, ready for more. You sucked him for all he was worth, your gaze never leaving his face, and even once he was done, you kept on lapping him with your tongue, digging the tip across the slit.
He shuddered, making a strained noise and he pulled back, his cock falling out of your mouth. “Shit. I’m sensitive,” he laughed, collapsing next to you. You were both out of breath and sweaty, but wholeheartedly satisfied.
“That’s gotta be the best yet?” You asked, grinning from ear to ear.
“I think you may be right.” He agreed, pushing his hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead. You wanted to reach over and kiss him, but you stopped yourself. “You were riding dick like a pornstar.”
“Shut up,” you whined, pushing his shoulder. How embarrassing.
Laughing at your reaction, he sat up, propping himself up with his elbow. “If you want the bathroom I have one over there.”
You followed his thumb to a door on the right of his room. “An en suite? Very fancy.”
Seokjin shrugged. “Yoongi has the main bathroom, so.” You didn’t move, tired more than anything, peeing could probably wait. Seokjin’s brows furrowed together. “Are you okay though?”
“Of course,” you laughed. “I feel fricking amazing. I’ll be sad once this ends.”
As soon as you said the words you felt funny. Seokjin looked surprised, voice low with... what was it, concern? “Who says it has to end? Do you want it to?”
“...No,” you answered after a pause.
Truthfully you didn’t want it to end just yet, you were enjoying yourself, you were just unsure of what was happening between the two of you... You’d both confessed something back at the office last week but you were still uncertain what exactly it was. What had you been expecting? To fuck once and then that would be it? You liked having sex with Seokjin, it was fun, and you liked his company (most of the time). You liked him. He liked you. Maybe you didn’t need to put an expiry date on this thing. It was fine to see where it went. You didn’t need to turn it into a big deal. You didn’t need an outright answer for everything. It was fine to just live in the moment.
“I don’t either,” Seokjin smiled, looking mildly relieved by your answer.
“I just... when work starts back we won’t have much time to meet up like this.”
“I’ll make time, trust me.” He kissed you then, hovering over you, lips warm and soft, a far cry from earlier, and the thought made you giggle.
“What?” He asked bemused.
“You know, you turn pretty demanding when you get horny.”
He raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“Like, bossy and all, I don’t know, domineering.” You shrugged, feeling a little awkward. “It’s hot.”
He smiled, chuckling softly as he kissed you again, a hand cupping your face. “It’s not too much?” He murmured.
He didn’t sound surprised by your revelation so something told you he was aware of how he acted. Which made it even hotter, to be honest.
“I like it.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip.
Eyes darkening, he hummed, his gaze running down your body. “So how about I tell you to spread those gorgeous legs so I can eat dessert?”
You repressed the urge to laugh out loud. Dessert?! He was such an idiot. “Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.” Then he paused, rubbing his nose against yours, his tone softening. “Yeah?”
With a massive grin, you spread your legs. “Be my guest.”
A third orgasm? You weren’t going to turn that down.
Written 2020 - 2021.
Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed.
© floralseokjin 2021
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NYE part 1 – And so it begins
The long awaited reveal of what happened on New years eve, there was a lot that happened so its broken down into parts. As with all my stories, they are things I have actually done and enjoy sharing with you all for the good or the bad. If you have any questions feel free to send me an ‘ask’ and ill answer all.
I wasn’t sure of what was going to happen as I slipped a bottle of oil and a couple of small bikinis in my bag and left my home on the way to my friend’s home. It was around midday and hot and sunny, I had been invited by my friend Jib to come over to her house to sunbath during the afternoon and help her prepare a little for their NYE party that evening. I planned to go and sunbathe, get a nice tan with some tan lines I had been working on, before going home again to change before returning again in the evening. Was I really going to go all the way with her stepson Emil? I wasn’t sure, I had been turned on by a lot of the responses on Tumblr to having Emil wank his cock and cum on my as a Christmas gift, but was I really going to fuck him? I must admit I had made sure to shave and groom myself as if I was going to, what was I doing with a pack of condoms in my bag if I was only innocently going to visit my friend?
I arrived at Jibs home, I was wearing a tight white tank top and very short jean shorts with only a little thong underneath and no bra, what did it really matter? I was going to be just enjoying some afternoon sun in a little bikini anyways. My friend was already in her bikini, a little white bikini, but fully bottomed, she went to get drinks and take them to the pool while I went off to the bathroom upstairs to change. Was it intentional that I left the door open as I changed? Or was it innocently because I ‘believed’ it was only Jib and myself home and she was downstairs anyways so who could possibly seem me anyways? Again was it just innocent and normal that I undressed slowly and stood naked in front of the mirror admiring my perk boobs and dark hard nipples, my smooth pussy and legs before rubbing oil all over my naked body, I mean I would have put oil on to tan by the pool anyways, so why not do it here? Was there anything wrong with bending over and slowly pulling on my bright orange thong bikini, I mean there was no one around and I did need to bend over to retrieve it from my bag. The oil was making my pussy and nipples slightly visible through my bikini, if only I had put the bikini on before that might not have happened, oh well, Jib won’t mind, she’s seen all of me before anyways. Speaking of Jib, I could see her from the large bathroom window already seated in one of the deckchairs by the pool with a couple of glasses of wine already poured. I had better get back down there. Leaving my tank top, jean shorts and little white thong on the rack in the bathroom (where else was I supposed to keep it), I made my way down to the pool.
Jib complimented me and I complimented her as I took my seat next to her by the pool, I took a refreshing sip of wine, while feeling the heat of the sun hit my body, the oil glistening in the sunlight. We spoke a while about this and that, and the plans for the evening, Most people would arrive around 8pm, there would be drinks and canopies available, there was a few guests invited, many of whom I knew, friends of Jibs husband Oliver, all ages in their late 40s and 50s, as well as some other women Jib knew, it was to be around 30 guests in total, though their house is quite large, helps that Oliver is well off and their home in the suburbs of Bangkok. I innocently slipped in if Emil is going to be there, to which she mentioned he would as he didn’t have many friends, he was currently upstairs with a friend, but that friend wouldn’t be staying for the evening. I barely held together my surprise, he was upstairs right now? Had he seen me? Had I known he was? Was he spying on us now laying out here in the open in tiny bikinis? I couldn’t help but keep on glancing up at the windows as the conversation turned to other things, what was I even hoping to see? Did I want him to be looking or not? The sun reflecting off the windows was so bright could he be looking at me right now and I have no idea? Should I take off my top? Should I cover up? Wait did she say he was with a friend? My mind in a little bit of a stir, maybe it was the second glass of wine I had just finished off, I decided to lay back for a bit and just enjoy the sun, I would have this evening to go looking for a bit of fun, there were plenty of men coming after all.
Right that it, I need to pee, I got up, my friend had dozed off in the hot sun, as I made my way inside the house. I went past the downstairs bathroom, I mean I wanted to check on my clothes anyways, yes that’s all I was innocently doing as I made my way upstairs. Where was his room again? Did I hear something? Or did I want to hear something? Why am I walking so slowly and quietly if nothing is going on? I made my way to the top of the stairs before going down on of the corridors towards the bathroom, I was in there using the toilet when I noticed my clothes were missing. He has them, it has to be him, I put them there to tempt him hadn’t I? Was I angry he took them, or happy? I want to confront him, or is it I want him to see me in my bikini, to see what he is doing, but wait doesn’t he have a friend with him? I walked down the corridor, his room was closed and I listened at the door, there was nothing but a tune to a video game, I opened the door, and what was I hoping to see? They weren’t there, ‘they’ why am I now looking for both? Where could they be? Their game was on pause, they must be still home. Back out into the corridor I heard something for sure I did, it came from Jib and Oliver’s room, could I go in there? Her husband was out after all. I opened the door, I couldn’t see anything but it was the first time I heard, it was the sound of sexual pleasure, but it wasn’t just one, it was more than one person. Was that Emil and his friend? Why were they in the ensuite bathroom and not in Emil’s room? The bathroom door was open as I made my way towards it, it was then I saw for the first time Emil with his pants and shorts around his ankles as were his friends, both of them with their cocks in their own hands. They were wanking, my clothes were there too. Why are they in there though? That’s when I first heard them talking, ‘when is she coming back’, ‘I don’t know, but your mom’s not too bad to look at until she does’, ‘you dick’. What was I going to do now? Do I walk in? Watch? Go back down to the pool knowing two young men are wanking looking down at me? ‘Lek better be back soon, I need to cum soon’, with that something took over me and I stepped into the bathroom, I opened my mouth and said ‘I hope you won’t cum just yet, I was hoping we could have some fun’ Both Emil and his friend spun round, shock on their faces, hard cocks still in hand, Emil’s friend wasn’t a bad size, but he really helped to show how well-endowed Emil is. They stood there with their mouths gaping, like a fish out of water, they didn’t know what to say. I became more confident again walking in between them. ‘So boys, it seems you were enjoying what you could see from a distance, now im up close, what can I do for you both?’ What was I even hoping they would ask for? What was it I was prepared to do? Emil’s friend then blurted out ‘can we see you naked?’ to which I only smiled as I reached around behind my bikini top and undid it, dropping it to the floor, both their eyes shooting to my boobs, before letting my thong bottoms slip down my legs to the floor and their eyes exploring my pussy too. ‘Can we wank on you?’ Emil suggested, I put my hand around his big hard cock, I said into his ear ‘isnt there something a little more I could do for you?’ ‘Can we get blowjobs?’ Emils friend said. I paused, is this what I had wanted them to say? Was it more than I wanted? Or am I disappointed they didn’t want to fuck me? Ok, is that what you both really want? Both started to nod their heads rapidly. I took Emil by the hand and led him back into the bedroom, I turned to his friend and said if he kept an eye out for Jib, I would give him a BJ after Emil, he barely took his eyes off the window after that, other than to glance at what I was doing to Emil and he could expect in turn right after. I laid Emil on the bed, and got onto the bed also, I took his big cock in my hand and started to lick his cock, sucking his balls, licking my cock all up the shaft of his cock before taking his cock in my mouth, it was fun to have this big hard cock in my mouth, it was then when he groaned in pleasure I admitted to myself I had wanted this all along, I was enjoying sucking his cock, looking at this amazed face, I let his cock find the back of my throat, I sucked his cock like a pornstar, ‘im going to cum’ Emil said, I just nodded with his cock still in my mouth, he didn’t try to pull it out as he unleashed a torrent of cum flying down my throat, his cock so far back in my mouth I never even had a chance to taste it before swallowing every drop, its then I sucked on his cock more as it started to grow placid. I was caught in the moment with Emil, when I noticed his friend looking over expectantly, I looked back to Emil and said ‘Are you ok I do to your friend now?’ To which Emil looked slightly jealous but said he didn’t mind, seeing that look on his face I told him he could have me that night, moving his hand to my pussy as I said the word ‘anything’. He grinned and got up to walk over to the window, as his friend came over to the bed. I did the same for his friend, but I kept looking over to Emil, I had only glanced at his friend once or twice when I sucked Emil, but here I was constantly looking over to Emil. I then noticed Emil was barely looking out of the window, this made me feel proud and happy in myself as I concentrated on sucking his friend. A few minutes later his friend was getting louder, it suddenly shot in my mind, I looked at Emil, ‘your mom!’ ‘Relax’ he said as he stepped back towards the window, ‘oh shit, shes gone’. Next I heard my name ‘Lek’ Jib was calling out to me from the top of the stairs, ‘where are you?’ She will know im not in the bathroom, I had left the door open, besides we cant escape this room without being seen. The only option being to bundle into the ensuite bathroom. My mind when in a muddle, what would I say or do? There is no reason for me to be in her bedroom then her private bathroom, I had no time to think before she called out my name again, I didn’t say anything and hissed at the two guys to be quiet, she turned the handle on the door, and it was locked. ‘Lek?’ I had no choice ‘Yes, sorry’, ‘What are you doing in there?’ What was I doing in here? What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry for using your bathroom, I thought you wouldn’t mind, but the other bathroom was being used and I was desperate’, a little weak and a little embarrassing, but I think she bought it, ‘ok, I’ll see you back at the pool, have you seen Emil and his friend? They’re not in their room?’ I am stood naked next to her step son and his friend, both with their cocks still out, but all I can say is ‘No’. I hear her go away, where I am not sure, the moment a little gone, I tell them to get there clothes on as I make a move to slip back into my bikini, Emil’s friend looking a little crestfallen, ive completely lost the mood but understand he was not far off cumming and enjoying a BJ when this all kicked off, I tell him I will finish him off, I drop to my knees and start rubbing his cock, when hard I tell him to let me know when he needs to cum, I start to take all his cock in my mouth, sucking hard and fast on his cock wanting him to cum soon, it isn’t long before he pants ‘yes, yes, im going to cum’ at which I pull my mouth away from him, lean back and let him jerk his cock as he starts to cum over my face and boobs, I notice Emil is rock hard again from watching, but choose to ignore it for now. I tell them both to sneak out first, I look in the mirror, feeling Emil’s big load in my throat and his friends cum on my cheek, chin and boobs. I clean off and make my way back down to Jib by the pool. I came over not knowing what would happen this evening, but its only 2pm and Ive sucked two guys’ cocks. It’s going to be a long night
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