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horansqueen · 4 years

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AM Conversations : chapter 49

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46 || CHAPTER 47 || CHAPTER 48

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- note for this chapter: i would love your comments on this chapter. im planning the ending of this and its coming soon so comments and opinions are GREATLY appreciated, thank you!

Only one request and tbh i didnt make it ‘public’ just in a public place i hope its ok :)

Chapter 49 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

Following Niall for all his radio interviews turned out to be a lot of fun. He was funny and interesting and it was no surprise to me that everyone was endeared by him. I would end up with my head tilted, a big smile on my face and hearts in my eyes when I looked at him, even if I had known him for decades, but I was happy everyone saw in him what I've always seen. He used to be a bit hidden when he was in One Direction but as a solo artist, he shined more than I could explain and it made me so happy that everyone could finally see how talented he was.

"So Niall you've been very open about your current relationship and after i've made my research, I read that your girlfriend is actually your childhood best friend?"

I held my breath, trying to keep my calm but I was suddenly scared that my facial expression was betraying me. That woman was gorgeous with her long legs, her dark hair and her big eyes. She bent slightly and I couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage like pretty much everyone in the room. I swallowed hard and let my eyes move back to Niall who sent her a smile.

"She is, actually. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember." he shook his head slightly and shrugged, a smile still on his face. "I don't know what I'd do without her."

"We've seen you with famous girls like Maya Greenberg or Heidi Sheppard, why her?" she frowned and tilted her head and I felt my heart jump in my chest again.

I hadn't thought about Heidi or Maya in a long time but now that they were mentioned, something twisted in my stomach and I had a hard time swallowing. Thinking that Niall had compared me to them was hurtful and now I knew pretty much everyone else would compare me to them, too, and it was even worse.

I looked at Niall raise his eyebrows at her, a bit surprised by the question or it seemed, and the words that came out of his mouth changed everything.

"Wow, that's the easiest question i've ever had to answer." he chuckled, shaking his head. "Why her? Because I love her. That's why."

The woman sent him a smile and that's when I realized she hadn't acknowledged me at all. In fact, she had ignored me from the beginning and although I didn't really care, it did feel sort of odd at this moment.

I sighed subtly when the subject turned to something else than me and when everything was over, I got up and walked closer to the door to wait for my boyfriend. I took my phone and answered a few text messages, leaning against the door frame, but when I looked up from something funny Louis had sent me, I lost my smile. I couldn't remember her name, I was in shock, but she had her hand on Niall's arm and the way she was looking at him made my heart drop in my chest. Now I knew why she had asked him some questions about me but the fact that she was flirting with him right in front of my face while being totally aware of it made me feel like shit. Was I disposable to the point where anyone thought he would cheat on me or get rid of me for any reason?

I stood straight, my eyes roaming from my boyfriend's smile to her hand sliding gently on his arm and when he handed her his phone, my breath caught in my throat. She typed something quickly before giving it back to him and tilted her head, squeezing his arm before letting him go. My eyes dropped back to my phone when he turned my way and I waited until he was close to me to look up. I held my breath again when I noticed she was waving at him and he raised his hand before putting both in his pockets.

"Ready to leave?"

"Did that just happen right in front of my face?"

He glanced back and then turned to me again.

"Not here." he let out in a low tone, making me close my eyes.

We walked out of the room and reached the hall but we remained silent and he brought me to the stairs instead to take the elevator. I walked down a few and finally turned to him, shaking my head.

"Why did you flirt back? You said you didn't do that anymore!"

"I didn't-"

"Don't lie!" I cut him, feeling tears reach my eyes, unsure if they were of pain or anger. "I saw you! She put her number in your phone? I was right there and she knew it!"

"Okay, fine, i'm sorry!" he let out, a bit mad. "I was just a bit taken aback, I didn't expect that and I just... I thought I would just play dumb and then do nothing about it."

I stared at him, my heart aching so bad in my chest as I tried not to cry, and I started pulling on the fabric of my shirt. This situation was horrible and did nothing good to my self-esteem, I knew it.

"You think she's pretty? Be honest."

He sighed and closed his eyes as I pressed my lips together.

"Yes, Liv, she's pretty, but-"

"Prettier than me?" I quickly added, cutting him again.

"No one is prettier than you." he pointed out. "So no."

My eyes roamed on him and I sniffed, his words once again making me feel better but not completely reassured. I took a step closer and licked my lips again.

"If we weren't dating would you-"

"Please Olivia, i'm begging you, don't go there."

And just like that, the pain was back. I swallowed hard, feeling myself tear up, but I gave up and nodded. It was an unfair question, I knew it. If we weren't dating, he would be able to see whoever he wanted and call any girl he found interesting and those 'what if's would only end up hurting me anyway. I just wasn't sure of how he felt. Did he feel trapped with me? Was I stopping him from living his life as a famous and talented man fully?

"After all this time, you still don't trust me."

It was not a question, and the defeated tone he had used made me want to run away but I didn't. I stayed in front of him, staring at him, until he moved closer and wrapped his arms around my head, pulling me against him.

"I'm sorry, Niall, i'm so sorry."

He remained silent for a while and then sighed, leaning his cheek on top of my head as I gripped the back of his shirt like my life depended on it.

"No, it's okay. If I saw a guy flirt with you and put his number in your phone, i'd be pissed."

After hugging me tight against him for a while, he took his head away and i moved mine up to look at him. I didn't expect his lips roughly crushing against mine and my heart skipped a beat. He pushed me back until he could press me against the wall and my lips parted when his mouth reached for my neck.

"Are you sure you-" His hand slipped in my pants and panties and my eyes shot open when his warm finger slid between my legs. "Oh fuck."

"When I saw you put on your damn sweatpants on today I thought I was going to explode."

This time, I chuckled but bit my bottom lip when one of his fingers brushed against my clit. I slipped one of my hands in his hair and and my mouth found his ear. I started nibbling on it and he groaned against my neck.

"Why do you turn me on so bad in simple sweatpants?" he asked in a raspy voice. "I just want to pull them down and fuck you."

I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.

"Do it."

He stopped his movements and pulled away, his eyes traveling on my face.

"Really? Here?"

I nodded quickly, feeling my heartbeats accelerate at the thought as one of his hands slipped inside my shirt to grab one of my breasts. I let out a short and low moan and his other hand reached for his pants. He undid his belt quickly and skillfully with the fingers of one hand before reaching for my waist. He turned me around roughly, pushing me against the wall and I placed my palms on the cold cement as i felt him pull on my pants. His hand reached between my legs and my eyes fluttered close as I felt his cock rub on my ass. Two of his fingers slid inside me and he groaned near my ear.

"You're already so wet, princess, is it because of me?"

I didn't have time to answer, I just held my breath as I felt him push his dick inside me and my fingers curled, making my nails scratch on the wall.

"Fuck, don't move."

Both his arms slithered around me, one reaching for my breasts and the other between my legs. He started fucking me hard and fast and I shut my eyes tighter as his lips brushed against my neck. My whole body was throbbing and from how hard he was fucking me and the way his fingers flicked against my clit, I knew I was not going to last very long.

"Oh my... god."

I felt his lips curl against my skin and a shiver crossed my whole body as he gripped my breast tighter. I had forgotten about the whole encounter with that girl, I didn't care about her giving him her number anymore... all that mattered was Niall's body pressed against mine and the low grunts he let out near my ear.

"I want to fill you with my cum so bad. I want to fucking own you."

His voice came to me in a whisper but he still managed to sound rough and dominating and that brought me close to an orgasm.

"You do, you own me."

"Yea? I want to cum inside you and know that it's dripping in your panties and down your legs until we get home."

My heart skipped a beat at the thought. It was so hot that it made me feel slightly dizzy and the fact that I would feel it for the rest of the day made me squirm slightly. He had an other interview planned and I knew that would stay on our minds for hours.

I wanted to beg him to do it but my body was throbbing so hard I couldn't talk. I started moving in rhythm with his thrusts, pushing my ass back against him and he started going quicker. It only took a few seconds before he pushed me hard against the wall. His movements became unsteady but surprisingly, he kept touching me for a few seconds until I felt an orgasm spread all over my body.

"Mm, fuck."

I started shaking against him as I felt him hold me tighter as he came and kept my eyes closed until we both came down from our highs. He let his lips brush on my shoulder before trailing small and soft kisses on my skin. It made me smile as I kept my eyes closed and tilted my head to give him better access. I didn't know if it was the post-orgasm ecstasy but I didn't seem to feel insecure anymore because of what had just happened. He let go of my breast and took his hand off my pants to wrap both his arms around my waist, hugging me tighter against him, his face still buried in my neck. I let my hands slide slowly on the wall and sighed, a sensation of well-being lingering inside me.

"I love you Liv."

"I love you too Ni-"

I didn't have time to finish talking and held my breath when I heard a sound. I felt his whole body tense behind me and at the exact same time, we moved away and pulled our pants up before rushing down the stairs. He held his arm out to me and I grabbed his fingers, letting out a laughter I didn't know I was holding. We only stopped running when we were outside and I started laughing even more, holding myself on my knees as I panted from the run.

"We almost got caught." I pointed out even if I knew he was aware. "That was close.”

"I know!" he chuckled, his lips forming a big smile. "Fucking hell."

"I never thought you were the type of man to take that kind of risks."

"I'm not." he laughed. "I mean I did before but not very often."

We stared at each other with a smile for a while but he finally moved closer and took me in a hug. I hugged him back, squeezing him as tight as I could against me and making him laugh again.

"Easy kid, I can't breathe."

I laughed and pulled away, tilting my head and sending him a fond smile. I hated when we fought and I knew most of the time, it was my fault, but I really wanted to change and start trusting him. I had to make an effort and I was going to do it.

I watched him grab his phone as we started walking to his car. I could feel his cum drip in my panties and I squirmed lightly, feeling my inner thighs throb at the thought but I didn't mention anything.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he grabbed his key in his pocket to unlock the car, his eyes still glued on his phone.

"Oh, just deleting some woman's phone number." he let out, glancing up at me with a soft smile. "I don't need to meet other girls, I'm already dating the love of my life."

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I glanced at the clock again and let out a sigh without really realizing it. Niall was late, as usual, and even if It was not uncommon these days, it was still bothering me. I grabbed my phone to check if I had a message for the second time in the last minute even if it would have been pretty much impossible to miss it. I looked back at the tv but I couldn't even remember the title of the movie or even the name of the main character. I felt stupid and a bit mad at myself. It felt like I couldn't function properly when Niall wasn't there and it was becoming ridiculous. I heard my phone and felt my heart jump in my chest as I grabbed it without looking at the called ID.

"Hello??" I asked happily, my eyebrows raised.

"Damn, love, I didn't know you'd be that happy to talk to me." Louis pointed out with a laugh. "You sound thrilled! Didn't know I had that effect on you."

I grimaced and leaned back against the couch again, bringing my feet up and letting out a sigh.

"Mmhm it's all you, Louis, I spend my life waiting for your call. Just a glimpse of your attention makes me euphoric."

He laughed again and I licked my lips. His laugh somehow always made me smile. Not a big happy smile, but a smile nonetheless.

"Not me but Niall yea?" he added, a bit concerned. "You're waiting by the phone and glancing at the door every few seconds."

I looked down in shame even if he couldn't see me and shrugged a shoulder.

"Maybe."

"I know what it's like." he admitted after a few seconds of silence. "I did that for a while after El and I.. well, you know."

"Yea, i know." I whispered.

Niall and I weren't broken up, we still had each other, and at that exact moment, I felt like shit for the way I acted when Louis clearly had it worse. We remained in silence for a while but it didn't feel awkward. I was just happy he was there to keep me company.

"How about we go out?" he suddenly asked after a while.

"Out?"

"Yea! The night's young and we're both bored out of our minds!" he explained a bit too enthusiastically.

"More stressed than bored i'd say."

"Come on Liv, just a few drinks."

I closed my eyes and held my breath. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that I wanted to be there when Niall would come home. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could since I felt like we barely did anything together anymore. I wanted nothing more than to cuddle him and do something normal like watch a movie and make out. And suddenly it hit me how dependent I was being. Niall was busy and it was alright, but it was also alright for me to do stuff, go out, and have fun. We were two separate people, and even if I felt like he was a part of me, it didn't mean that I couldn't do anything by myself.

"Alright, let me put pants on and a bit of make-up."

"And do something with your hair too, love, will you?." Louis joked before laughing.

"Twat."

The music was loud and it smelled like weed and cheap perfume. It was crowded and I suddenly felt my heart twist in my chest until Louis searched for my hand and gripped it tight, leading me through the sea of bodies dancing, chatting or kissing. We found a table and I checked in the back pocket of my jeans to make sure my phone was there, It was the fifth time I was checking but it didn't matter. I put my phone on the table and stared at it a few seconds before Louis tapped the table a few times.

"Wine?"

"Beer is fine." I replied with a smile, loud enough for him to hear me.

He nodded and came back a few minutes later with enough beer for way more than two persons. My lips curled and I chuckled low.

"Did you invite your friends?"

"Yea they're supposed to be there soon." he explained, his eyes suddenly moving away from me. "There they are."

I knew most of them from meeting them at Louis' New Year's Eve party and we all started chatting and drinking. After a while, stress and sadness had left my body and I finally told myself that maybe this is what I needed but I couldn't help but think it would have been so much better if Niall was with me. I glanced at Louis who was in deep conversation with a pretty blonde and tried to hide a smile. Most of the time, he tried to hide how sad he was but with me, from time to time, he would say something about Eleanor that made me realize he never really forgot her or got over her. I couldn't pretend I knew how he felt but I could understand the love he had for her, because it seemed to be very similar to the love I have for Niall.

At some point, the blonde haired girl got up and left and I just kicked Louis under the table before leaning against it with a big smile.

"She's hot! Are you gonna bring her back to your place?"

He frowned and sent me a smile, pretending he had no idea what I was talking about and it made me laugh. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Louis, and seeing it happening right in front of my face was a gift. I knew she was interested too just by the way she was looking at him and I decided to let them have their discussion. When I finished my 6th beer (or was it 7th?), I got up but grabbed the table before chuckling. One of Louis' friends helped me find my balance again and I tilted my head, sending him a big smile before thanking him.

"Hey Liv, you okay?"

I turned to Louis when I heard his voice and glanced at the pretty girl who was getting up to leave.

"You stay with her." I whispered. "I'll take a cab!"

"No way you're going home by yourself."

"But she-"

"I got her number, it's cool." he explained. "Besides, Niall would kill me if he knew I left you for some random girl I barely knew."

"I bet you want to know her more, don't you?" I asked, tripping a bit over my words and making him laugh again.

I turned to her without waiting for Louis' answer and sent her a grin.

"He'll definitely call you, he just needs to bring me back to my boyfriend for now."

The girl smiled back at me and chuckled before Louis intertwined our arms together and brought me outside. I wasn't really drunk, just a bit tipsy, and when the cool air of the night hit my face, I sighed low.

"D'you think Niall and I are meant to be?" I finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"Can't believe you're asking me that."

Louis had let go of my arm and I pushed both my hands in my pockets as I looked up at the dark sky. Only a few stars were visible and it reminded me of a few weeks before, when Niall brought me to the lodge and played me his song under the stars. it didn't matter how cheesy it was, it was clearly impossible to forget a night like that. We quickly found a cab and he gave Niall's address before turning to me. I stared back at him and bit my bottom lip, not sure I should say what I was about to say next.

"I don't know anymore, I mean I thought you and El were meant to be, too."

"We are." Louis let out in a low and sad tone, his eyes looking up at the sky too. "I know we are. Just like you and Niall."

The ride was short and Louis decided to walk me to the front door after telling the cab to wait for him. I tried to unlock the door but realized it already was and I practically ran inside only to see Niall sitting on the couch. He turned to me and his face changed into an annoyed expression, making my heart jump in my chest.

"Niall!"

I moved away from Louis only to walk quickly to my boyfriend who got off the couch and looked down at me with a frown.

"Where the hell were you? I tried to call you about 10 times!"

"Sorry mate," Louis let out, raising his nose up as he walked closer to us. "She kept looking at her phone so I sort of hid it."

He searched through his pockets and handed me my phone. My lips parted slightly and I grabbed it before turning to my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be home early, if I had known I would have stayed."

We stared at each other intensely and I really didn't know how he felt. Most of the time, I could easily read him and he could read me too but today was different.

"Imma leave guys, taxi's waiting for me."

We told him goodnight and when the door closed behind him, I shook my head.

"Why do you seem... angry?"

"Olivia, I literally decided to come back home early for you." he pointed out a bit louder. "And you weren't even there!"

I frowned and shook my head again, taking a step back.

"What are you saying exactly, Niall? Because i've been spending days and evenings here, waiting for you. The one night I decide to go out and have fun instead of wait and fall asleep on the couch, you come back early. Well i'm sorry, I didn't know. I couldn't have guessed because i've been falling asleep, alone in bed or on this damn couch for weeks now. And now you're blaming me for it?"

His face changed and he sighed.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls. I seriously forgot about my phone after my third beer." I added, letting my shoulders fall. "But I had a good time, and I needed it."

"Okay, you're right." he sighed again but louder this time. "Of course I don't want you to wait for me here and weep, I'm just disappointed that we didn't get to spend the evening together."

I nodded slowly. "Me too, Nee." I admitted in a very low tone, trying not to let tears fall. "We should get in bed and talk for at least an hour, what do you say? You can tell me about the songs you're writing at the moment and I'll tell you about Louis' new crush."

With a chuckle, he nodded. "I like that idea. I feel like we haven't had a proper conversation in months."

I smiled at him and kept quiet for a while before my lips curled more and I chuckled.

"First one in the room wins!" I let out, jumping up on his couch to walk past him.

I threw myself in the hall but I could feel him very close to me and when his arms wrapped around my waist, I let out a short scream. He pulled me up and I laughed again as he pulled us in his room, walking backwards to be sure he was the first one inside.

"I won!"

"You cheated!"

"Look who's talking!"

He put me back down, grabbing one of my hands and making me twirl around a few times. I ended up facing him and chuckled, feeling a bit dizzy from the spin.

"Fuck I miss you."

His words made something stir in my stomach. It felt good to know he missed me too because sometimes, I doubted it. He was busy, it's not like he really had time to think about me. I, however, spent most of my time thinking about him.

"I miss you too, Niall." I admitted in a whisper. "So fucking much."

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jojosthetic-boogaloo · 5 years

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ur moodboards r so pretty!! i was wondering if i could get one w/ a matchup? i'm a 21 y/o 5'7" bi girl, gemini and an infp. my interests include writing (kinda edgy tbh) poetry n drawing. i'm v into vulture culture, specifically bone collecting and wet specimens. i love animals, esp ferrets (i have 6 lol). i love listening to music, mostly heavy or obscure bands. i'm not v assertive and i'm a big daydreamer. ppl say i have a rather dry/dark sense of humor. thank u and good luck w the new blog!!

Darling, for sure! And thank you so much!! I hate to admit that flattery will in fact get you anywhere ahh dang it ily

For your matchup! This is like, bit obvious ‘kay, but let me make it special aight yuh, cue funky goth music!

((Also, I went with the assumption that ferret owners walk them?? I hope that’s okay and not too bizarre?? As a dog owner I am sorry if I messed that up hhh)

Translation: “Be my silver lining, help me make things better, darling.”

Leone Abbacchio!

At first glance, Abbacchio just really dug your style. The way you presented yourself was exactly according to his liking, extremely tasteful, he thought to himself. Still, having a platonic crush on your style didn’t move him to come up to speak to you out of the blue, what for anyways? Not like he was about to ruin some quite scrumptious girl’s day with his weird ramblings.

What a surprise though. Next time he spotted you in public it was by chance, and also amusingly entertaining. Were you really walking around with 4 ferrets on a leash? What was better, as he walked closer to you was, did you also carry two more ferrets on your tote-bag? He chuckled as he finally was close enough to you and spoke. “Excuse me miss, I couldn’t help but stare.” He started, earning a raised eyebrow from you, was this dude a creep or something? You tightened the leash quietly towards you, ready to lift your tiny children into the bag and run if needed.

“Oh, yeah?” You replied, on your guard, giving him a full scan with your eyes. Tall, well built, solemn looking, very nice lips and lipstick, nice hair, nice clothing style. Okay, visually, he had a pass, you had yet to see if he was a decent person. “Yeah.” He started, feeling the analytic gaze coming from you in his figure. He came in too strong probably. “I mean, it’s not every day you see a beautiful lady walking around with... six. Six ferrets in the street.” He had paused mid-sentence to count your pets. That, that earned positive points on his favor, he was cute, he got a pass.

“That’d be a beautiful girl for you, I’m not that old, sir.” You retorted, a small smile on your lips for you didn't mean no harm, and he understood that by replying with a smile on his face as well. “Ouch, okay, touché.” You both chuckled, then Leone presented himself, extending a polite hand your way. “I’m Leone, Leone Abbacchio, pleased to meet you miss.” He started, his lips together in a polite, amused smile. You thought it through for a second, realizing just how handsome this man was, timidly raising your hand to shake his. “Y/N’s the name, the pleasure is... mine, Leone.” He found that reaction interesting, contrary to the previous one, regaling you with a tender smile that barely showed you his perfect pearly whites.

“Well, Y/N, would you maybe... like to go for a drink?” He suggested, taking all his chances right there. How long had it been since he last went out with a girl for his own personal interest? He feared he’d forgotten how to act. Then came your answer, that actually put him at ease quite easily. “I’d love to, but I have to leave this babies back home first.” You started, then adjusting your tote-bag and reaching inside the pocket of your pants you took out your phone, unlocking it with practiced easiness. “Mind giving me your number so we can meet up some other time though?” He grinned, nodding and giving you a short “hm” as a response.

You’d decided to meet up at the local music store, upon his request. Apparently, he wanted to buy a new album from his favorite band for his collection, and you didn’t comply, since you also were happy to check out on some new tunes.

Watch him pleasantly surprised when he gets there and finds that both; you’re already there, even if he did get there a bit early, and also you were eyeing quite thoroughly the section he most liked to search through. “Hello there Y/N, anything catch your eye?”

As much as you’d liked to blurt out “You.”, you swallowed when you turned around and saw this wonderful eye candy ask about your music preference.

After walking around the store for a while, casually chatting about the CDs both you and him pointed at or grabbed before placing them back in place you’d learned that you shared music tastes! Would he get any better than this? You thought, and simultaneously, so did he about you.

You decided to go for that drink you promised the previous day, he ordered some tea, and you did much the same. He refrained from drinking beer due to having problems with it in the past, he commented. You felt bad, so that’s why you chose the same thing, a small act of solidarity.

Through the afternoon, you’d been talking about books you’d read, sometimes coinciding on your reads, most the time Abbacchio recommending you books he’d loved, and so on.

It got interesting when you mentioned you also wrote some poetry sometimes. He asked if he could someday see your writings, and as much flustered as you got upon just thinking about it, you decided upon saying “We’ll see.”

When the night came, you’d realized you’d spent too much time in there, now a long 30 minute walk awaited you back home and, quite honestly, you weren’t exactly giddy and excited about it.

“Don’t worry, bella, I’ll drive you home.” Great! You were rather nervous to get in the car of a man you’d quite prematurely met, but something deep in your gut told yourself to trust in him. And you did well, he opened the passenger seat’s door for you in a most outdated gentlemanly manner and turned around to sit down on the driver’s seat himself, revving up the engine and starting your way back home. You gave him the directions in a quiet tone, the music on the radio calmly playing while he let you guide, eyes focused on the road ahead and the wind gently swaying his hair backwards from his half open window.

You took some time to quietly observe his features. The moonlight did him justice, he looked handsome during daylight, but this was another thing entirely. You realized you’d gotten a small crush on him at this point, sighing and staring at the road ahead. Not aware he’d noticed your staring and was now biting the inside of his cheek where you couldn’t see his embarrassment.

When you got home, your stomach sunk. You felt just how much you didn’t want him to leave just yet. And so, when you undid your belt and were about to turn for the door after a quiet “thank you”, you decided on turning back once more, only to notice he’d leaned over onto your seat and his face was mere inches away from yours, staring back at you with quiet surprise and wonder.

He swallowed, timidly speaking up after clearing his throat, not moving an inch. “You were about to... forget your bag in the back seat...” He stated, and you did notice your bag was being held in the hand that invaded your seat by its handles.

You slowly leaned in, and it happened, you pressed your lips to his, and he pressed back against you in return, raising his hand to your cheek and letting the bag softly drop into the car’s floor.

When you broke off the kiss, you bit your lip. You were both adults, there was no harm in asking, right? “Uhm... would you want to... come in?” He chuckled and leaned back into the driver’s seat, moving the gear lever while still looking at you with a smirk on his lips. “Sure bella, let me park first and I’ll be there in a minute.”

So he spent the night with you. Next morning, you woke up with a small paper note next to you in bed, right where he’d laid previously and it read, in utmost fancy calligraphy “Went for breakfast, that was wonderful. - Leone”.

You threw yourself back into the mattress again, giddily waving the paper around as your kicked your legs like a teenage girl in love. You loved this man, he was amazing, so thoughtful, so kind and charming. He made you feel safe, and that’s what you most cherished. Sooner than later, you heard the doorbell ring, and promptly threw a shirt on you along with some undergarments to find a handsome silver haired man standing at your door with coffee and pastries.

After meeting up a few more times in this fashion, you’d gotten to the point you just had to ask. Perched on his form on your sofa as you watched a documentary on pagan rituals he seemed to be rather interested on, you rested your head between his shoulder and his chest and timidly asked, playing with his hand that rested on your thigh. “Leone, what are we?”

He seemed to stay silent for longer than comfortable. But when you looked up, seeing him arch his brow in confusion and turn to look at you for a brief moment before turning his gaze back to the screen. He threw an arm around your shoulder and squeezed you close, resting his temple on top of your head tenderly as he seemed to try and find his words without missing much of the show.

“I thought we were dating already?” He nonchalantly replied, which made your chest tighten and a sharp breath inflate your chest. You let it out and gave a small nod onto his chest, placing a soft kiss on it and turning your gaze to the TV once more, feeling him run his hand up and down your forearm in a comforting motion. “I’m glad we are then.” He chuckled and shook his head, but added nothing else, the smile never leaving his lips.

#leone abbacchio #abbacchio #moodboard matchup #matchup #jojosthetic-boogaloo #prizefighterinfernos

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babineni · 5 years

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illa x atton smut 10 pleaseee

why thank you, Anon :D tbh I haven’t written smut in ages and I’m not all that experienced at it in the first place, so this turned out the way it turned out also I was lazy to proofread lmao but I’m grateful nonetheless and I hope you like it

cw: well it’s explicit so there’s that

10 - “I like it when you say my name like that.”

Illa chose a destination then took the co-pilot’s seat. She stretched while the Ebon Hawk jumped to lightspeed – the journey to Coruscant was long, she might as well have gotten comfortable. The Exile glanced at Atton who shot a faint half-smile at her when their gazes met.

‘So,’ he leaned back in his chair, ‘any plans for the next few days?’

Illa looked away from him, smiling. She knew exactly where his line of thought was headed.

‘Bao-Dur sent me some blueprints,’ the Exile tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked back at him. She ran her fingers along her strands, slowly guiding Atton’s gaze to her neck and chest. ‘I think I could use it to upgrade T3, but I would have to consult with him, of course.’

‘That’s all?’

The pilot turned his attention to the console in front of him. He pressed a few buttons to power it down. When he turned back to her, Illa felt a hint of his lust resonating within her, fueling her own. Atton chuckled softly when he saw her emotions nearly getting the better of her. The Exile furrowed her brows and stood up from her chair. She went to the door of the cockpit and closed it.

‘Well, I still have some records left by the Jedi that I should review before I catch up with Mical,’ she said, listening to the scoundrel approaching her. ‘I want to check on our supplies. I need to practice tuning my crystal,’ Atton pulled her hair away to expose her ear.

‘Sounds boring,’ he said with his lips brushing against her earlobe.

Illa turned around to face him. She reached for his belt to pull him closer. ‘I’m open to suggestions.’

‘I got the feeling you al-‘

The Exile closed the gap between them before Atton could finish the sentence. The scoundrel smirked against her lips as he gently pushed her against the locked door. The impact pushed the air out of Illa’s lungs, breaking the kiss only for a moment before she reached behind Atton’s head and pulled him on her lips again. He in turn ran his hands down her back, slowly, fully aware of the impatience he was planting inside her in doing so. He gave her ass a little squeeze to placate her, before he reached below her thighs and lifted her up.

‘I’m sorry,’ Illa crossed her legs behind Atton’s waist, ‘what was it you were going to say?’

The scoundrel smiled at the Exile adoringly and satisfied as he carried her towards his usual spot. ‘Nothing important,’ he managed to say before he reached his seat and was forced to let Illa down. She glanced behind her back and shook her head with a smile.

‘We could have just picked a bed, you know,’ she moved past the pilot’s seat, disrobing as she did so. She still had her bra and trousers on and she kicked off her boots before she sat on the powered down console facing Atton who watched her intently, almost mesmerized.

‘I don’t know… those bunks don’t have this kind of view,’ he answered while he made his way to her.

The reply prompted a staggered laugh from Illa. Atton rested his hand below her chin and ran his thumb along her lower lip still curling upwards. He claimed her lips gently and leaned over her, pushing her body down with his own. The Exile pushed the pilot’s jacket off, then tried to pull his shirt off over his head. Atton pulled away to help her then took his undershirt off, before he leaned over Illa’s chest and teased her by nipping at the fabric of her bra. She dug her fingers in his hair and let out a sigh that only carried a hint of the craving he evoked in her. The scoundrel chuckled at the sound softly and removed her bra. He took Illa’s breast in his mouth and caressed the other, drawing more and more of such sighs out of her but the longer he listened to them the more he wanted of them.

Atton ran his free hand down the Exile’s chest to her pants. ‘For fuck’s sake,’ he cursed and pulled away when he made a futile attempt at undoing it one-handed.

Illa chuckled at that, kindly, then helped him take the last of her clothes off her. The pilot took a few moments to watch the blue lights of hyperspace dance on her body, then leaned down to kiss her again. The Exile’s lips curled to a faint smile against his when she felt his fingers brush against the inside of her thigh. She inhaled sharply when those same fingers found her slick folds and slid inside her. Atton moved his hand slowly and lazily at first, and his tongue moved at the same tempo in Illa’s mouth. The Exile grabbed his wrist after a while, trying to set a faster pace, and the scoundrel was more than happy to oblige. Soon, she was unable to kiss him back: her tongue, like the rest of her body, started to feel heavy under the sweet pressure of pleasure and her mouth grew full with the moans Atton drew from her. She turned away from him and bit on her finger, trying to stifle the sounds coming from her.

‘Don’t,’ the scoundrel grabbed her hand and pushed it against the console over her head. ‘I wanna hear you,’ he said breathlessly.

Atton rested his forehead against Illa’s when she turned back to her. His face reflected anticipation which only pushed her closer to her climax.

‘Atton, I…’ the pilot claimed her lips before she could finish. He kept thrusting his fingers at a pace she could no longer handle. He answered each of her muffled moans with an approving hum. Illa soon tightened her grip on his wrist and arched her back as she was overwhelmed by pleasure.

‘Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that,’ Atton said adoringly, as he pulled his fingers out of her and gently rubbed her folds, helping her ease out of her climax.

‘I love saying your name like that.’

Illa smiled at him and sat up, forcing him to straighten up as well. She hopped off the console and stretched, then she reached for the scoundrel’s pants and quickly undid it. Atton kept stealing kisses from her as she dragged his pants and briefs down. He flashed an admiring smile at her when she pushed him into his seat and moved on to straddle him. The Exile wet her palm and began stroking the pilot’s cock. Atton threw his head back and cursed under his breath as Illa settled on an easy and steady rhythm.

‘I get the feeling you’ve had this planned to the last detail,’ she left a kiss on Atton’sneck.

‘Mm-hmm,’ he answered with an affirmative hum.

‘Dare I assume that… this is what you thought of all those times when you shielded your mind?’ Illa’s question made Atton look at her again with an intensity that surprised her. He reached for her hand and gently guided it away from his sex.

‘It wasn’t,’ he said then kissed her hard and ravenously as he entered her.

The Exile gasped nearly breaking the kiss but Atton nipped her lower lip and pulled her back. His thrusts were deep but slow, Illa quickly picked up the pace and me this thrusts with the rocking of her hips. The pilot held her by the waist firmly, as if she was the one thing keeping the world around him in place. He hastened his movements, forcing Illa to grab the top of the seat and to sink her nails into its cover. Atton let her pull away slightly so he could move onto kissing her breasts instead. She moaned his name again, prompting him to lift her up and lay her on the consoles once more.

The pilot pulled out for a moment, a moment he used to lift the Exile’s ankle and let it rest against his shoulder. He held on to her leg as he entered her again.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he muttered. Illa replied with a gentle smile that got interrupted by her gasp for him. Atton then reached for her clit and rubbed it to the rhythm of his thrusts that grew deeper and more forceful with each moment. Soon Illa’s gasps turned to cries and the pilot couldn’t hold back his moans either. The Exile completely lost her sense of time by the moment she came again and seeing her come undone pushed Atton closer to his climax as well. The anticipation reflected by his face earlier now overcame Illa. She bit her lip while she watched, prompting Atton to curse under his breath again. She didn’t have to wait for long.

The scoundrel let go of her leg as he pulled out of the Exile. He took her hand instead and helped her up. Atton took the pilot’s seat and Illa sat on his lap with her legs dangling off his side. He held on to her by her shoulder and her hip, gently caressing her with his thumbs.

‘You know, I think we should be getting cleaned up,’ Illa suggested. She rested her head against the pilot’s shoulder and ran her fingers against his collarbone slowly.

Atton left a kiss on her hair. ‘In a minute,’ he answered. He spent a few moments lost in his thoughts before he continued. ‘I never used you to hide my thoughts.’

‘I was only trying to tease you, you don’t need to explain if you don’t want to.’

‘But I want to, I…’ he pulled her a little closer to himself. ‘The point of throwing up these walls of emotions is that you use fake emotions. You… we… are too real. You would’ve made a shitty wall. No offence.’

‘None taken,’ the Exile chuckled and shifted her weight so she could kiss him. ‘You’re too real for me too.’

‘That’s good to know,’ Atton smiled. ‘And before you ask: yes, I have other plans for us too for the next few days.’

‘Can’t wait to see them,’ Illa stole one last kiss before she got up and picked up her cloak. She wrapped the cloth around her as she set out towards the bathroom. She looked back and shot a smile at her lover who groaned and got ready to follow her.

#kotor 2 #atton rand #atton x exile #oc fic: illa #illa vehn #fanfiction #kotor fic #lemon #ööö is this how we're tagging things now??#*sigh*#dancing in your shadow #Wrytinge™

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simonxriley · 5 years

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Operation: Keep Silent

Requested by and for @gear-redfield - I decided to spice things up and added a few things from our past conversations. I hope you enjoy!

Based on Prompt #179: “First one to make a noise loses.”

Pairings: Timur “Glaz” Glazkov x Skylar “Phoenix” Jackson

Summary: Glaz wants to spice things up, things get a little out of hand.

Warnings: PWP, this is just pure filth tbh, read the tags on Ao3 if you want to know more.

Words: 3,342

A/N: I’m a little hesitant on posting this on here but oh well.

Also on FFN and Ao3

The base was quiet as Skylar, Glaz, Fuze and Buck went inside. They just got back from a mission and were all in need of a shower, especially Skylar and Glaz who were lying prone in the mud. Their fatigues were caked in it, and with the rain pouring down over Hereford it never dried. There was nothing Skylar hated more than walking around with soaked, mud covered clothes.

The first order of business would be to go back to her room and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes, then head to the showers.

Skylar and Glaz trailed behind Fuze who happened to be taking off his helmet, while Buck was the ‘lead’. He was more liking in a rush to get to the showers and crash for the night. At least that what she thought.

Glaz would graze his hand against hers as they walked, then she intertwined them. She looked over at him and shook her head. His face paint was already coming off from all the rain, just a little splotches of green and black were spread across his face and his balaclava was already pulled down.

Fuze looked over his shoulder, seeing them looking all lovey dovey at each other. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but still had a small smile on his face nonetheless. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that Glaz had found someone, and Skylar fit right in with the Spetsnaz, there was even an ongoing joke that Skylar was secretly Russian between them, she just didn’t want to tell anyone. When she found that out all she did was laugh and say yes.

“Skylar, will you be joining us for our next card game?” Fuze slowed his walking down so they could catch up.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to beat you guys again.”

Fuze and Glaz scoffed in unison, it made her laugh. “If I’m not mistaken milaya, didn’t Alex almost beat you last time?”

“Key word is almost, he almost beat me. But I still won Timur.”

“That you did.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “It was nice to see Alex lose for a change.”

“No argument there. I’m gonna put my gear away, take a quick shower and head to bed. I’ll see you two nerazluchniki tomorrow.” Fuze waved then left them alone in the hall.

Skylar turned to Glaz, leaning up to give him a proper kiss, the first in hours. They were planning on lazing around Glaz’s room for the day while he worked on a new painting. She was going to keep him company and work on her own drawing she’s been neglecting for weeks. Then their day got ruined by the new mission, luckily everything went well and the bomb was defused. Though she could’ve done without lying in the mud while it rained.

“I have to agree with Shuhrat, I’m gonna put my gear away, get out of these mud covered clothes and take a well needed shower. I’ll meet you in your room in an hour?”

“Sound perfect milaya.” He tugged on her hand, forcing her closer to him, then kissed her hungrily. “I have a few plans for tonight.”

She pulled back, rolling her eyes. “I hope they involve me having a few good orgasms.”

“They do!”

“Can’t wait. I’ll see you in an hour.”

Skylar gave him one last kiss before departing to her room. Little did she know Glaz had a plan up his sleeve and they wouldn’t be making it back to his room for the first round. He smirked to himself, then headed for his to do the same.

xXx

She opened the door to her room, seeing that Ash wasn’t there, but there was a note left on her bed. She set her rifle against the bed, then picked up the note to read it.

“Went into town with Thermite, should be back in the morning.”

Skylar smiled, then set the note aside. She was happy that her and Thermite finally got together and knew exactly what they were doing out on the town. She couldn’t blame them, she shared a room with Ash and Thermite shared a room with Pulse, making no place private enough for their late night get together’s. Though Skylar wouldn’t be upset of Ash kicked her out of the room for an hour or two, she would just go spend her time with Glaz or bug Tachanka.

She took her pistol out of it’s holster, taking the magazine out along with the bullet in the chamber and set it on the bed while she went for their respected cases. After placing both guns in their case, she crouched down to untie her boots, not wanting to sit and get her bed wet even though she wouldn’t be spending the night in here anyways.

She took off her boots, setting them aside, then took off her black shirt and tossed it in the hamper. Staying in the tank top and pants she had on for the walk back to the showers. But first she took off her thigh holster and tossed it on her bed, then gently set down the unused flash bangs and grenades she had on her.

Walking over to her dresser she pulled out a pair of red sweats and a white over-sized shirt, then grabbed her checkered vans and headed for the shower.

It was almost 2 in the morning and pretty much every single operator was asleep, though she did hear Kapkan and Tachanka talking with each other in Kapkan’s room as she walked by.

When she got to the showers she saw Glaz standing outside, waiting for her. She thought he had already taken his shower but upon further glance he was still covered in some face paint and mud. She walked over to him with a raised brow.

“Ah perfect.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the men’s shower room door.

Her eyes widened and she put all her body weight in her legs to make it harder for him to pull her. “Uhm what are you doing? Someone could be in there.”

Glaz stopped and turned to her. “No one is in there milaya, I checked. The shower you hear is for us. If you’re worried about someone walking in and seeing your stuff, we can put it in one of the lockers.”

Her eyes darted to door, then to Glaz. “Alright fine, but if someone comes in I’m not speaking to you for a week.”

Glaz laughed and pulled her into the men’s shower room, it was almost identical to the women's, but their showers were a tad bit bigger. He took her clothes from her hands and placed them in his usual locker he uses when he showers.

Skylar looked around, double checking to make sure Glaz was telling the truth, not that he’s ever lied to her before, but she wanted to be thorough. All she needed was for someone like Bandit or Thatcher walking in to see her naked and in a very awkward situation. Though Thatcher would only scold them for having sex in the shower and would most likely burn the image from his head, Bandit would not.

She jumped when she felt his lips on her neck, then rolled her eyes at how eager he was. Glaz, quiet, sweet Glaz was more sexual than Skylar thought he would be, but she enjoyed it, enjoyed every second of it.

He kissed her neck, one last time before spinning her around to face him. “How about we continue the foreplay in the shower?”

Skylar scoffed. “I’m not the one who started it Timur.”

She took off her tank top first, tossing it near the lockers. Glaz licked his lips as she undid her bra, revealing her firm breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. He couldn’t wait to get her into that shower and ravage her body, leaving love marks over her smooth skin.

Skylar glanced over to see him gawking at her and was still fully dressed. “Are you just going to stand there and gawk Timur, or are you going to get undressed?” She pulled her pants down, kicking them over to where her tank top and bra were lying, seeing he still wasn’t getting undressed. “Okay, I’ll just take a shower without you.”

At that very second Glaz started undo his pants, walking towards her as he pulled them down his legs, when they came to his ankles he tried pulling a foot free, but came tripping down towards the floor with thunk.

“Blyat.”

Skylar had a fist covering her mouth, trying to sustain for breaking out into hysterics as she looked down at Glaz lying on the floor with his pants down to his ankles. He looked over at her, narrowing his eyes. She gave him a small chuckle, then walked over and straddled him.

The shower floor was cold against her skin, but he was warm. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, his cheeks tinting red under the fluorescent lights. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss, then laughed. “Okay, that was funny. But you should have known what would happen when you rush to take your pants off.”

Her hands trailed down his chest and to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up his body and over his head. She dropped it to the floor, trailing her fingers down his chest into the V of his hips, inching their way towards his semi-hard cock.

“It was a little funny, like you said I shouldn’t rush.”

She felt him him pull his foot free of the pant leg, then they other, leaving them on the floor. He gripped her hips in a firm hold, picking her up off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her arms wrapped around his neck, making sure she doesn’t fall. He carried her to the shower he had running, pulling the shower curtain aside, walking in and pulling it closed.

Glaz set her down, Skylar automatically going under the shower head to get her hair wet. She grabbed his hand, pulling him under with her, the water beating down on both their heads as they gazed into each others eyes. With a blind hand, she reached for the washcloth, getting it wet under the water.

She step out from under the running water, pulling along with her. Bringing the washcloth up to his face, she began getting off the rest of his face paint that still lingered on his face.

Glaz’s blue eyes watched her, how her face softened as she lightly cleaned off the green and black residue still on his face, being careful not to irritate his skin. How his heart seemed to skip every time he laid eyes on her. From the first week she joined Rainbow, they hit it off, and it all started with their love for painting and drawing. They would spend hours either in his room or the rec-room working on their latest projects together, talking about anything and everything.

He always had his eyes on her, how her chestnut brown hair would shine under the lights of the base or the sun, how her eyes crinkle on the sides when she had a big smile on her face. That she liked her tea with sugar and milk and would always be in the gym by 6 in the morning for her morning workouts. That’s what he does best, details. If it wasn’t for Alex, Maxim and Shuhrat giving him the right nudge, he might not have asked her out, no matter how much he wanted too.

He was snapped back to reality when he heard her laugh. Giving her a small smile, cheeks tinting red again, she threw her arms around his neck, crushing their lips together. “What’re thinking about handsome?”

“You!” His hands slid over her ass, picking her up, and leaned her against the shower wall. “I have a game I want to play milaya. It’ll be fun.”

“A game? Well what is it?” She was intrigued to hear about this so called game he had planned.

“It’s simple, we get each other off, but the first one to make a noise loses. What do you say?”

“Oooh, will we be using just foreplay or actual penetrative sex as well?”

“Penetrative as well, it’ll make things more difficult.”

“God that’s hot, yes we’re doing it.”

Glaz set her down, walking over to the bench to lie down. She smirked, walking over to straddle him, only this time it was reversed. She grabbed his shaft, licking from base to tip and over his slit. She knew it would take more than this to win, bit she had a plan and was hoping it falls through.

He grabbed her hips, keeping her still as he gave her clit one long slow lick. The sudden contact nearly made her lose on the spot, thankfully she caught herself before that could happen.

She took his cock head into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the shaft and bobbing her head. That always made him moan, this time nothing. She narrowed his eyes, though he couldn’t see with her ass in his face she thought upon her next step into her plan.

She continued bobbing her head around his thick cock, dribbling her fingers down his balls, cupping them in her hand and gave them a squeeze. Still nothing. She ran a finger ever so gently over his perineal, circling over the muscles of his anus, then pushed a finger in.

A low moan was heard from the back of his throat, making Skylar retract her finger and get off him with a smile on her face. “I won, I won, I won. In your face Glazkov.”

Glaz looked at her with his mouth agape. He was about to open his mouth to say something when they both heard someone muffle a laugh from outside the shower curtain. Skylar smirked and shook her head, knowing exactly who it was.

“Hi Alex, Maxim and I assume Shuhrat. Did you enjoy the show?” She walked over, opening the curtain a bit to see the three of them, all naked standing next to the shower.

It wasn’t the first time she has and it probably wouldn’t be her last. Alex and Maxim eyed her chest, both licking their lips.

“It was great, kotyonok. I was hoping Timur would’ve lasted longer but when he’s getting bent over and taking by Maxim he usually loses.”

Skylar turned back to Glaz who was still sitting on the bench. “Why don’t we have them join? Make it even more fun.”

Glaz’s face lit up as did Alex’s, Maxim’s and Shuhrat. “Of course milaya. When Alex takes you you’ll be whimpering on the spot.”

She threw the curtain opened, motioned for Alex, Maxim and Shuhrat to come in. Shuhrat closed the curtain behind him, then turned to them.

Skylar crossed her arms and narrowed her brows. “Okay, someone’s getting a little cocky. How about Maxim fucks you and Alex fucks me and the first person to make a noise loses.”

“Deal. Good luck Jackson.”

“I’m not the one who’s going to need it Glazkov.” She turned to Alex, walking the few feet over to him, and grabbed his hand. “How do you want me Chanka?”

“On your hands and knees, kotyonok. I’ll be back with a condom or three and with the lube.”

She walked back over to the bench, getting on her hands and knees, facing Glaz who was doing the same. She looked over to Maxim to see him stroking himself, eager to get on with it. Alex returned with the bottle of lube that he tossed to Maxim, handing a condom to Shuhrat and leaving the other two for himself and Maxim if he was going to use it. “Kotyonok, do you mind if Shuhrat rides you first?”

Skylar chuckled. “No, not at all. You just want to see who wins, don’t you?”

“Da!” He held up a condom, getting Maxim’s attention. When he shook his head no, he set it back down. “I’m very intrigued to see who wins.”

Shuhrat walked behind her, pushing two of his fingers inside her. He pumped them a few times before retracting them to rip the condom wrapper with his teeth and slide it on his cock - teasing her clit briefly before sinking into her until he bottomed out.

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, silently praying she won’t make a sound.

Alex sat in the middle of them, keeping a watchful eye on both as he stroked himself. Maxim was lubing up cock while he fingered Glaz open, pushing past those few layers of muscles until he bottomed out. Glaz brought a hand up to his mouth to stop him from moaning. This wasn’t an easy feat, but he was determined to win.

It wasn’t long before the shower room was filled with Shuhrat and Maxim’s moans along with skin slapping against skin.

Shuhrat’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her up against him as he roughly thrusted up into her. She looked across from her to see Glaz having more trouble than she was, he was on the verge of moaning, that was certain. Even when Alex glanced over at her, giving her that knowing look, he knew too.

Maxim bent over, grabbing Glaz’s cock in a firm hold, stroking him as he pounded into him. Glaz slammed his fist against the bench, closing his eyes. Skylar watched him closely, easily sensing he was close to his own orgasm. Maxim added more force, stroking him faster than before.

Shuhrat kept Skylar in that same position, thrusting up into her. Only his right hand snuck between her legs, rubbing against her clit in small circles, adding more pressure each time. Just like Glaz she was close too.

Just as soon as Shuhrat stilled himself inside her as he came, her own orgasm came. She leaned her forehead on her arm as her body trembles, forcing herself to not make a peep.

“That’s a good zaika, cum for me.”

As her trembling ceased and Shuhrat pulled out she looked over at Glaz, seeing him so flustered was turning her on even more. And with one last stroke of Maxim’s wrist Glaz came, spilling his seed onto the bench and his chest…..with a moan.

“Blyat.”

“I win...again.” Glaz rolled his eyes, giving her a sour look. She slid over to him, caressing his cheek and kissed him. “Doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

Maxim came with a low grunt, resting his tired body on Glaz’s back while he collected himself.

“I know milaya! I love you too.”

Maxim pulled out, getting a whine from Glaz in reply. The only one left was Alex now.

“Alex, it’s your turn.”

He grabbed a condom opening it and sliding it on, then grabbed Skylar by the hips and picked her up, leaning her against the shower wall. Kissing along her jawline as he bottomed out, bothing moaning.

She held onto him like vice, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as he thrusted up into her hungrily. He was needy and wouldn’t last long. Both of their moans echoed through the shower as Timur, Maxim and Shuhrat watched, cocks eager for another round.

“Oh kotyonok, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too, Alex.”

With one last thrust they both came, Alex with a moan and Skylar with a cry. She hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder as she rode out her second orgasm in the span of two minutes, her body was tired. He pulled out and set her on the bench with the rest of the boys. She leaned against Maxim, resting against his arm while Alex threw his condom away.

He came back sitting down next to her. All you could hear was their breathing and the sound of the shower running. This wasn’t the first time Skylar had slept with all of them and it most likely won’t be her last.

“So are we in a polyamorous relationship or? ‘Cause I’m confused.”

“She may be my girlfriend but I don’t mind if we do this every now and then. Minus that stupid game I wanted to play. What about you guys?”

They both looked at Alex, Maxim and Shuhrat all nodding their heads.

“Next time Timur and kotyonok, we’re doing this in a bed.”

#timur glazkov #glaz #r6 glaz #oc skylar jackson #rainbow six siege #r6s #glaz x skylar

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