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Girls On Film || Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve's absentee parents gift him a camcorder for graduation. What better way to find out how it works than making a sex tape?
Couple: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Content Warnings: explicit smut (f!receiving oral, handjob, p in v sex ft. girl on top), sex on camera, filming a sex tape, lovey-dovey adorable dorks in love
Word Count: 3.7k
Your heart soared with pride as Steve walked off the football field towards you, wearing a goofy-looking gown and graduation cap. As soon as he reached you, he lifted you up and gave you a tiny spin, smiling ear to ear.
“You’re looking at a college grad,” he said with a smug smile after he put you down. You beamed at him as he lifted his hand and showed off the shiny gold class ring. “I’m never taking this thing off.”
You grinned, tugging at the graduation gown. “What about this thing? You willing to take this off for me?” You smiled wryly and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
A throat cleared behind you both and you turned, looking at the party and Robin standing with various levels of disgust evident on their faces.
Robin wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Keep it in your pants, please. Or, I guess keep it in your large, nylon zippy robe.” She squeezed between you and kissed Steve on the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, Steve.”
Dustin stepped forward next and gave Steve a big hug— he’d hit a growth spurt since you last saw him and was nearly as tall as Steve. Lucas, Will, and Mike all offered their congratulations combined with complaints about how boring the ceremony was after they got through the H last names.
Max crossed her arms as El wheeled her over, trying her best to be nonchalant. “I can’t see you, but I know you look dumb in that stupid hat.” Steve gave a fake laugh, took the hat from his head, and placed it on hers. “Ew, it’s all sweaty, you jerk.” She smiled despite herself and held the hat against her chest.
Steve wrinkled his nose in a way that told you he was trying his best not to cry. You knew it meant a lot to him that they’d shown up.
“Why don’t we all go for lunch?” You suggested. “My treat.” Not wanting the reunion to end, and not wanting to turn down a free lunch, everyone piled into their cars and headed to Steve’s favorite place.
When you and Steve got into his car, you were greeted by the shrill sound of his car phone ringing. With a furrowed brow, he reached over and retrieved the bulky device from its bag and answered. Even from across the car, you could hear the tinny noise of his mother speaking on the phone.
“Yeah, the ceremony is over,” he said, jaw ticking. “I sent you both the invitation two months ago.” He looked over with an exasperated look, so you grabbed his hand to give a comforting squeeze. “Well, we’re all going to lunch if you can make it.”
You frowned, but didn’t say anything. Despite their apparent lack of care, you knew that he valued their approval and time.
“Oh. Right, I understand.” He sighed deeply. “Well, I appreciate it. Okay. Okay, bye.”
He hung up and sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They, uh, they got double booked. They’re in Buffalo for a conference right now.”
Your gaze softened at the sight of his disappointed expression. “I know they’re proud of you, Steve.” He nodded, but didn’t look entirely convinced. You pulled the hand intertwined with yours up and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles.
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When you arrived at your shared condo, you were greeted by a gift-wrapped box on the porch. You had to help him carry it in through the door, huffing as you both dropped it onto your coffee table.
Steve shrugged off the graduation gown he was wearing and kneeled to unwrap the present. A large card taped to the top revealed the senders, as if that were in question.
“To our firstborn son— congratulations! Love, Mr and Mrs Harrington.” The emotionless text almost made you grimace. You’d never read something more blatantly written by a personal assistant in your life.
“Jesus,” he muttered as he tore away the wrapping to reveal the gift. “This thing must’ve cost a fortune.” You glanced over as he held up a plastic case and found nothing that might have revealed its contents.
“What is it?” You asked, kneeling down beside him and leaning in close. He popped open the case and held up a hulking piece of machinery.
“It’s a camcorder,” he said with a grin. “It’s the best one on the market.”
You raised your eyebrows and tried not to ask what he even needed one of those for. Video cameras were for new parents and aspiring filmmakers, not college grads.
Your own gift felt tiny in comparison, even though you’d been saving for a few months to afford it. Between rent for you and Steve’s condo, groceries, and gas for your cars, it wasn’t easy to have expendable cash to buy nice gifts with.
You stayed quiet as Steve marveled at the fancy gift, holding it up to his face like he was testing how it looked through the viewfinder.
“Gorgeous,” he said, peeking out at you. “I think I found my muse.” You scoffed and covered the camera with your hand even though it wasn’t charged.
“Plug it in and we’ll see how it works later,” you said. “For now… I have a gift for you.”
He sat up, wearing a grin. “Is it lingerie? Is it dinner at The Olive Garden? Is it a bubble bath?” He leaned in and nipped at your jaw teasingly. “C’mon, tell me—“
You giggled as he pinned you down on the rug, peppering kisses on your cheeks. “Steveeee,” you groaned. He finally stopped, hovering over you. “You’re such a spoiled brat.” That made him grin even more. He pecked your lips chastely, then sat back on his knees.
You scrambled to stand up and grinned. “Stay there, alright?” He nodded and you disappeared into your shared bedroom.
Hidden away in your bedside table was a glass trinket box you’d thrifted a few months ago. It was shaped like a heart, with little gold foil embellishments. You couldn’t leave without it. You knew the real gift was inside, but you still hoped that Steve would like the box.
Steve was fiddling with the camera when you stepped back into the living room, trying his best to plug it in to charge. When he saw you, though, he smiled and sat down on the couch, waiting for you to join him.
“It isn’t much,” you insisted as you handed it over. “I hope you like it though.”
He smiled and nudged your cheek with his nose. “Are you joking? This is adorable. I love it. I’m gonna keep all my important stuff in here.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Babe, open it.” He looked sheepish as he lifted the lid, then his expression softened. You watched with a fluttering in your chest as he lifted the chain from the box.
It took months to save up for real gold, and then for the pendants after. Two initials— his and yours. “If you don’t like it, I can take it back and get something you actually w—“
He cut you off with a quick kiss that made your head spin. “It’s perfect. Best gift I’ve ever gotten, hands down. And one year I got Yankees tickets behind the plate for my birthday.” He was quick to put it on, smiling over at you. “How do I look?”
You pecked his cheek. “A million bucks, babe.” He leaned in and gave you a real kiss— deep and intense. You smiled against his lips and melted into his touch. You’d never loved someone the way you loved him.
“Wanna know what’s crazy?” He said after he pulled away. You nodded and he gestured towards the bedroom. “I bought you something too. Stay here.”
You sat patiently as he got up and hurried into the bedroom. You heard scuffling and the sounds of moving drawers until he returned, holding a wooden box.
“Your gift is inside this, by the way,” he teased as he sat back beside you. You watched him with anticipation until he flipped it open and your heart stopped.
“So, uh, I got you jewelry too,” he said softly, or maybe your ears were just ringing.
Inside the box, nestled in the middle of a tiny silk pillow, was a diamond ring.
Like, a diamond ring. The kind you get married with.
“That’s—“
He nodded. “Yeah, it is,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “Will you marry me?”
In lieu of a verbal response, you put the ring on and kissed him like he was your one and only source of oxygen. It felt like it anyway— that if you parted from him even a little you’d cease to exist.
“Yes?” He asked, smiling nervously. “That’s a yes?”
You kissed him again. “It’s a yes, Steve. I wanna marry you.”
———
Steve forgot about the video camera in the excitement of the engagement. Because he had to call Robin’s hotel and let her know, and then she spilled the news to the party, and suddenly it felt like everyone from Hawkins was in the tiny condo.
After hours and hours of catching up and celebrating the day, you and Steve were left alone in a quiet house.
“So… the future Mrs. Steve Harrington…” you turned and rolled your eyes at the sight of Steve holding the video camera that had been charging all night. “Anything you want to say to the camera on the night of our engagement?”
“How do you know I’m not keeping my last name?” You asked as he got closer, putting the lens right in your face. You giggled and ducked out of the way as the lens came close to knocking against your nose. “You’re such a child.”
He grinned. “Alright, give me something to remember this night by. For posterity, baby.”
You smiled wickedly at him before lifting the hem of your shirt, flashing your tits at him and the camera. By the time you lowered your shirt back down, his mouth was ajar. “We are never showing anyone this video now.”
You grinned. “Nuh-uh, baby, this is all for you.” You raised your brows in a challenge and stepped into the bedroom, leaving him to hurry behind you with the clunky machine.
He stood in the doorway, camera focused on you as you slipped off your blouse and skirt. The whirring of machinery inside the camera indicated he was zooming in on your tits. You stifled a laugh at the noise as he zoomed out again, taking in all of you.
“Strip for me,” he directed behind the camera. You gave a wry grin as your thumbs slipped behind the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs slowly. “Fuck, you’re so sexy. Gonna put on a show for me?”
You settled on the bed on all fours, back arched as you crawled towards the headboard. Steve groaned at the sight, breath shuddering as you flipped around and spread your legs for him. Without needing instructions, you slipped one hand between your legs and let the other move to your chest, kneading your breast between your fingers.
He moved from the doorway— the magnetic pull of you too much to resist for long. He settled at the end of the bed, the camera so close it made butterflies swell in your tummy. He moved the camera to your hands, one between your legs, teasing your clit and dipping into the pool of arousal at your center, and the other toying with your nipples, the shiny diamond on the engagement ring glinting with each small movement.
“Christ, baby hold the camera—“ he said suddenly, passing it over to you. You laughed as he practically threw it into your hands and you had to scramble to turn it right side up.
You laughed as he tore off his clothes, probably popping some buttons here and there. “Steve, what are you— oh!”
Without hesitation, Steve buried his head between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your juices as he lapped at your pussy. It was a struggle to film him and enjoy the moment, especially since you had to watch him through the viewfinder. But something about capturing something so intimate on film made a thrill run through you.
“Fuck, Steve—“ you moaned, being more vocal than you normally would for the camera. Fuck the neighbors, honestly. It was your engagement night! “Your mouth feels so good, honey.”
His brown eyes peered up at you, at the camera, framed by pretty long lashes. His lips formed a seal around your clit and he sucked lightly, making your legs tremble. Your free hand moved to his hair, tangling in the soft locks as his mouth elicited gasps and moans.
A slick sheen had formed on the tip of his nose, his mouth, and chin from his ministrations. The sight made heat bloom in the pit of your stomach. His eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in you— relishing in your sounds, your smell, your taste.
A light pat on your thigh was his wordless signal for you to move and accommodate him more. You acquiesced, spreading your legs as much as you were comfortably able to, and he let his fingertips tease at your center.
“Relax for me, baby,” he said, his words vibrating against your clit. He gave the bundle of nerves a light kiss before he looked up at you. “I’ve got you. Just…” He pushed his middle finger into you and you moaned low in your throat, instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. “That’s it. Just like that.”
He was always so gentle with you during foreplay— taking his time to really explore every single spot that he knew made you tick. You shuddered as the pad of his finger pressed against a particularly sensitive spot within you. He knew you like the back of his hand— probably better. He slid a second finger beside the first, coaxing moans and gasps from you as he gave all his attention to your clit and g-spot.
Your thighs trembled as you fought the instinct to close them around his head, the stimulation bordering on too much. The softness of his mouth on you, the press of his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside— making you cum was simply too easy for him. You barely had time to gasp out a breathy “I’m cumming—“ before your orgasm hit you. Your walls gripped his fingers like a vise as he worked you through it, muttering praise against your cunt before he withdrew his fingers completely.
You stared at the ceiling, trying to find your breath. “C’mere. It's your turn,” you said with a grin.
Steve simply shook his head. “Not done.” He moved his mouth back to your cunt, this time without the hungry ferocity. You sighed at the sensation, your legs twitching when the tip of his tongue brushed against your clit. His movements lost purpose with each pass of his tongue until he was practically making out with your pussy.
Your head fell back against the pillows, soft gasps slipping past your lips. Steve moaned against you as you tugged his hair, a furrow forming between his brows. So utterly lost in you that he hadn’t even noticed that he was rutting against the bed for friction.
“C’mere,” you said softly. He pressed a final, wet kiss to your pussy before resting his head on the plush of your thigh. Your stomach flipped as he licked his lips, chasing those last remnants of your taste. He pressed a soft kiss to your belly before crawling up to meet you.
The kiss you shared was hungry and slow. The camera was shoved to the side so you could put your mouth on his— tongues meeting, the tang of your arousal and his spit flooding your senses.
A low moan escaped his lips as your hand snaked between your two bodies, where you took his length into your hand and stroked slowly. His mouth fell open, a small furrow between his brows.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. You smiled up at him innocently and let your thumb glide across his tip. A full-body shiver overtook him, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Steve was easy to love all the time, but especially when he was needy. “Switch spots with me.” When you furrowed your brows he nodded towards the camera. “Please?”
When he sat back on his heels, you moved from beneath him and let him settle with his back against the pillows. You were slightly annoyed that he had control of the camera, because goddamn. His thighs were bowed out slightly, cock resting against his stomach. The sight made your heart hammer as you straddled his thighs.
Steve took the camera back into his hands, a wide smile on his face. “Alright, just do what you were doing,” he instructed. “Left hand though.”
You glanced down at your hand and smiled softly. The engagement ring— your engagement ring— glinted up at you. You spit onto your hand and Steve groaned at the sight.
“Haven’t even touched you yet,” you teased.
“Don’t let me stop you.” His voice wavered, revealing just how needy he really was.
He cried out the moment your hand wrapped around his length, head tossed back against the headboard. His cock pulsed in your hand as it glided up and down, aching for more. You leaned down, spitting onto his tip, giving you more slickness to work with.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his chest heaving. You moved your right hand to his balls, kneading them as you focused your attention on the head. “Jesus, look at that fuckin’ rock, huh?”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled wryly. “That’s what you’re thinking about? Not— y’know— the handjob to end all handjobs?” To prove your point, you twisted your hand and let your thumb glide over his slit. He practically whimpered, bucking into your grip.
You redoubled your efforts, relishing in each desperate, whiny noise you were able to elicit. He was getting close— you could feel it in the way he throbbed in your hand, and hear it in the desperate pants and moans passing his lips. Before he could finish, you slowed your pace and let him come back from the edge.
He sat there, arm slung over his eyes, just catching his breath. “Earth to Steve?” You teased, placing a kiss on his tummy. He made a low noise in the back of his throat and took another deep breath.
“Okay, I’m good,” he said, a breathy laugh escaping his lips as he finally lowered his arm and looked at you. “Just needed a minute so I didn’t—“ You giggled as he mimed an explosion, completely unabashed about the effect you had on him.
He grabbed the camera and placed it on the bedside table, doing his best to angle it just right. “Alright… wanna take a ride on the Harrington Express?” He patted his thighs with a smug expression and you groaned in annoyance.
“Steve.”
“Fine. I’ll be so cool. I’ll be totally normal. But just know… you’re marrying a loser.”
You rolled your eyes good-naturedly as you straddled his thighs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way… most of the time.”
He stared up at you like you hung the moon, all doe eyes and heart-shaped pupils. He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, tender and slow, and you hummed contentedly at the feeling.
“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. He moved one of your hands from his shoulder and down to his chest, where his heart thumped steadily. For you.
Your own heart lurched in your chest as a swell of emotions overtook you. “I love you too, Steve.”
You reached between the two of you, taking his cock into your hand so you could position him at your entrance. You breathed slowly through your nose as you sank down— the prep and attention he had given you made the stretch comfortable and bearable, so all you felt was the pleasurable full feeling that he gave you.
Once you were fully seated, you gave an experimental roll of your hips. A moan escaped you at the feeling— as each tiny movement made delicious electricity run along your nerves.
He sat up fully, his chest pressing against yours, holding you firmly against him. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, cutting himself off to plant wet kisses along your jaw and throat. “Feels so good. Love the way your pussy feels around me.”
He cried out as you began to ride him in earnest, not caring how thin the walls of the condo were. His hands gripped onto your hips and dimpled the plush skin there as he began to meet your thrusts with his own. With each movement, you could feel him getting deeper until you could practically feel him in your guts.
“Steve,” you gasped out, meeting his gaze as he fucked up into you. The sound of his name seemed to spur him on.
“Say it again,” he demanded. “Touch yourself while you do,”
You whimpered at the tone of his voice, snaking a hand between your bodies to toy with your clit. Your limbs felt like jelly as he continued to fuck the life and brains out of you. “St-Steve, fuck, baby,” you cried between the hiccup-y sobs of pleasure that were punched from your lungs.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight. Not gonna last like this.”
“Don’t,” you managed. “Cum for me. With me.” You leaned in and kissed him in a way that felt like more saliva than lips.
When you pulled back, he nodded, forehead pressed against yours as you both worked each other over the edge. Your vision was spotted with pinpricks of light while he worked you through it, his moans distant in your ears.
You were both panting, nearly tacked together with sweat as you came down. You chuckled lightly as you tilted your head to look at him. “That was one hell of a celebration.” He intertwined your fingers and placed a kiss on your ring finger.
“And we have the rest of our lives to do it again, and again, and again, and ag—“
You shut him up with a kiss. You figure that for the rest of your lives, that’s always going to work.
It does.
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Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto (The Bear) x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, [one action was done with dubious consent; make sure you get consent when having intimacy with others].
Tags: slight sub!carmy, switch!carmy, virgin!carmy, experienced!reader (there's a bit of a power dynamic thing going on so if you're not comfortable with that then please don't force yourself), some size kink, one use of nickname (baby), insecure!carmy + (emotional hurt/comfort??), carmy has a praise kink?, carmy needs a hug, no use of y/n, brief edging, handjob (m!receiving & f!receiving?), p in v sex, no protection (wrap it!), creampie, cockwarming? I guess, not entirely proofread.
Word Count: 4,180
Summary: Carmy and you are in a serious relationship. Carmy has gotten to the point where he knows what he wants, and that is to lose his virginity to the one he trusts. Will you show him what he has been missing out on for so long? Will you treat him the way he deserves?— Absolutely.
A/N: Hello everyone, I'm sorry I have been MIA. This is my attempt to get back into writing. It is also my first submission for 2023's Lazy Ghouls Kinktober. The prompt I used for the week was virginity.
You can not take my work or translate it without my permission. This piece of fiction is mine, and only the character belongs to its original creators.
Honestly, you should’ve felt more considerate about the situation before you. Even though you could physically feel the anxiety that was thrumming through his blood and intoxicating the air, you could only focus on the honey glow coating his curls. The sun shone through the window of your Chicago apartment, illuminating half of his frame in its warm light. His eye, closest to the sun’s reach, held a crystalline structure of the purest blue. Even as his gaze flitted away from you, searching for some ease to his uncertainty, you could only focus on his beauty. It was only when his weathered hand moussed through his curls that you were brought back to Earth.
“Are we sure about this?” He asks, meeting your eye from beneath his lashes. “I mean… you kind of got the shit end of this deal here.”
“Says who? I’m happy with this outcome,” You smiled, your fingers playing with a crease in his pant leg.
“I just— I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into,” he said, sealing his lips in that nervous habit of his.
“You’ve explained it to me… I know what I’m getting, and it doesn’t make me want you any less.” You eased your hand onto his thigh, almost as if to transfer your feelings through touch. “So, stop trying to scare me away.”
“Trust me… that’s the last thing I want to do.” He exclaimed with a weak chuckle.
“I do… I do trust you,” you used him to scoot yourself closer to him on the sofa. “---and I want you to trust me too.”
“I want to do this. I want to do this with you.” He quickly averted his stare, clasping his hands around one another to rub at his knuckles. “...it’s just that, I’m not sure how— How do I do this?”
You cover his hands with your own, tracing his tattoos with your thumbs in slow circles.
“I mean—” He suddenly cut in, “I’ve watched it—y’know—so I’m not oblivious. I just, I— God! Why is this so difficult!?” He jumped to his feet, taking his hands to wipe the nerves from his face, his fist rising to rest over his lips; fearful that if he said any more, he would expose just how afraid he truly was. He was resisting the urge to run for the hills, the urge to accept that he just may never make it passed this step.
You rest your hand on his lower back, slowly approaching him from behind. With your hands looped around his chest and your ear turned to rest against his back, you breathe your words of advice: “...you take it one step at a time, one foot behind the other, and I’ll be here the whole way.”
“If you ever want to stop, or slow down, you can tell me.” You added. “I care about you, you know that?”
“...yea,” he hummed.
“I don’t expect you to be some type of sex god on your first go…” you huffed a laugh, “But, I do expect to have a good time… and if you let me take the lead, I’d like to make it so that you have a good time too.”
Carmy felt torn, maybe it was unrealistic to think that he’d be great right off the bat, that he could please you without guidance. All that he could go off of was the porn he watched as a teenager and the dreams of you that have been plaguing his sleepless nights. He couldn’t help but feel ashamed that he couldn’t perform to how he wanted… and at how a part of him enjoyed the way you were speaking to him. He shouldn’t like the thought of being taken care of, it was the guy who was supposed to take the lead, right?
You could feel the warmth of his hand fall upon yours, the rough pads of his fingers trailing faintly atop your skin. A taut breath shuddered within his chest before his mouth opened to voice his want, “...show me.”
Taking hold of his hand, you led him towards your bed away from the couch, keeping in his view all the while. You placed a light peck on his hand and watched as a smile tugged at his lips. Once the backs of your legs met the mattress, you guided his rough hand to your chest, bringing him just that little bit closer. Your lips met in a gentle kiss, coaxing a pleased hum from his throat.
“Take this off f’me,“ you pointed to your shirt, the rest of your fingers still slotted with his.
His ministrations were eager as he tugged at the fabric with his lips still against yours. You subtly released his grip, placing the both of your hands on his hips to give him more mobility to free you of your clothing.
“Slow,” you whispered upon breaking your kiss, grinning when his body nearly chased yours. “...like this.”
You recaptured his lips before sneaking your fingertips below the hem of his white-t, the rest of your hands soon followed as you traveled to the dimples in his back. Relishing in the goosebumps that arose on his skin, you paused to appreciate the moment. By raking your nails up the back of his sides, his body shudders. His shirt raises the further your reach meets the underside of his arms and you hook your fingers beneath the fabric to tug it up and over his head. Carmy then makes a sound of disapproval when you ultimately have to end the kiss to remove his shirt.
To your surprise, he doesn’t shy away once his chest is bare for you to see. Instead, he mimics your action, opting to personalize it to his own liking. He begins palm first, resting it affront your belly, just barely above your core. The sheer size of his hand in comparison to you is enough to make you flutter. His other hand stabilizes your back, resting it on the crest of your ass, pulling you into him— close. Carmy rests his forehead against yours, his glossy, blown-out eyes intruding deeply into yours.
“How’s this?” he asks, his tone bordering a plea, as his hand travels higher. His hips cant towards you while his composure inevitably dwindles, having underestimated just how much he wanted to do this before.
You can feel the callouses beneath his fingertips trail over the ridges of your ribs, stalling as they meet the underwire of your bra. You can hear Carmy’s exhales begin to shake, watching as his lashes grow even heavier. He helps your shirt the last bit of the way with his other hand and his lips part when he finally sees the skin beneath. His eyes drift to a close as he practically breathes you in, his hand slotting into your side where Carmy’s thumb mindlessly makes a rhythm of its own in the grooves of your skin.
You ridge your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, anchoring him as you continue your kiss. Almost as if it were a handle, simply made for your possession. “My bra,” you direct, barely registering the need to speak, all too consumed by the taste of mint gum and something warm– something undefinable.
Now this— Carmy actually felt like he could manage. He had done it once before in high school, ushered to a party he otherwise didn’t want to attend. The girl, he didn’t even know her name, but she had already taken her shirt off for him. All that was left was the bra, he managed to fumble for it in the dark before someone barged in and marked that he remain a virgin well into adulthood. Carmy was thankful for that now; you were well worth the wait. Whatever he could’ve experienced pales in comparison to sharing this bed with you, even if it has only just begun.
Carmy didn’t register that he would have to focus on the ministrations of his fingers instead of melting at your lips long enough to undo the clasp. You had this hold over him that was all-consuming like some thick haze clouding his vision; he wanted to give into it. But, fighting his innermost wishes, he tugged at the clasp, and couldn’t help but grin against your lips at his successful first attempt. Like a child, he nearly wanted to bolster his achievement with a celebratory fist, but knew well enough to avoid looking like an idiot.
But, he might’ve failed at doing just that because the second he caught sight of your chest, he could feel all sense escape him. His head dropped to your shoulder, his thick curls tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. You can feel the warm puffs of his exhale against your skin, his breath growing more haggard by the second. His hands traveled up the expanse of your sides, cupping your breasts in each of his palms. His hold— incredibly gentle, muscles taut with obvious restraint. He sublimates with a fierce kiss to your nape, a groan escaping his lips despite muffling himself into your shoulder.
“What do you want, Carmy?” you meagered out on short breath, “Tell me,”
His arm snakes around your torso, taking a bruising hold as he anchors you close to him. His other hand gropes the mound of your breast, the vein beneath his skin growing prominent as he wills himself to hold onto what remains of his restraint.
He makes an incoherent sound, filled with need and almost reminiscent of a word, but he nuzzles your neck as if he conveyed what he wished. He pushes his hips into yours, pulling away to look at where you met as if he were putting himself on display. “It hurts,” he whines with a wounded look… one that you would damn near call him devious for.
You undo the button of his jeans and watch as the fabric tries to force its way open at the pressure beneath. The zipper undoes itself halfway and you guide it the rest to reveal the bulge beneath his cotton briefs. He sighs with a slack jaw at the relief, watching your hands intently in anticipation. You palm him through his briefs for a moment, teasing at the weight of him in your hand, gauging his expression as his brows lift and a throaty exhale falls from his lips.
“You still okay with this?” you gloat while pulling away your hand, “We can still stop.”
His grip immediately snaps to your wrist as his eyes bore into yours, “Not funny.”
You gingerly hum a reply, “Kinda funny.”
You begin pulling your pants below your ass before stepping out of them one leg after the other and Carmy takes the cue to do the same. You took a seat on the mattress, playing audience as he took off the tight fabric. He kept taking glimpses of the small cloth that was scrunched at the top of your thighs. He couldn’t help but be caught up on the fact that you were sitting before him in your underwear, your legs crossed, your ass peeking from the underside of your thigh. He would give anything to see it. The same ass he would sometimes zone out on in the kitchen from the view of his office. The same ass that was hugged perfectly from your jeans. He was broken out of his thoughts from the sound of your laughter, and he couldn’t help the heat that crept to his face at the realization that he was caught.
Now that his jeans were gone, you could see his body for what it was. All that you could say is that you were pleased; seeing his built body and blushing face in front of you with the dick you’d been craving to see, barely hidden behind his briefs. He was almost hesitant walking over to you, like the moment was growing ever more real as it grew closer. To your surprise, when he sat next to you, he already took things into his own hands. He makes an advance at the back of your neck, swiping away any hair that resides there to clear him a space to leave small blemishes with his lips.
He was almost convincing you not to turn around, as if a distraction could postpone the rejection that he was adamant would soon occur. So, like in his pursuit of cooking, he set forth to please. He could remember the insecurity he felt when he first entered the field, the scrutiny that burned into his skin nearly as permanent as his ink tattoos, and the acidity at the back of his throat that made him feel like he was one failure away from collapsing from within. He would then drill through the motions of training and practice to overcome, like a sculptor who chiseled away at their stone. It's that same work ethic that now has him chasing your pleasure as if it were his own. It is why all sound washes away like water within his ears as he kneads delicately into your skin with all-seeking hands. As well as the reason why his kisses down the expanse of your back only relent because wanting pants were left in their wake. His eyes are sealed shut— vision abandoned so as to not see your regret nor disappointment.
He knows yet that you’re aware of this shield, and only pains himself with a tightening chest as you pull from his embrace. The ache doesn’t go away, even once he realizes that you’ve sat yourself in his lap, facing his way. Part of him wants to flee, but he can’t even bring himself to explain why. He knows what he wants and why he’s here in this moment, but can’t ascribe the reason as to why he wants to break away despite his desire on the crest of being fulfilled— It nearly baffles him. No, It practically angers him.
“Carm,” you begin in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’re mine— and the only way you’ll stop being mine is if you don’t want me to be yours anymore.”
He focuses on the sensation as your arm hooks over his neck for your hand to come up and play with his hair. The soft drag of your nails against his scalp has his eyes open beneath lidded hoods.
“You’re in your head right now, and I don’t want you to be… because what you’re thinking isn’t true.” He watches the words fall from your lips and hangs on every word. “Now, I say it again— if you feel like you’re not ready, I won’t rush you. But, if you don’t want to do this because you’re afraid I don’t want you?... then you’re kidding yourself.”
He’s all out of words to say, so instead, he lifts your hand in his and guides it to touch him where he needs you most. You’re a little shocked from the change in pace with your hand now palming his eager erection. He immediately exerts a sigh, and you mention nothing of the twitch of him from beneath your touch.
“Don’t lie to me,” he begs with poorly masked skepticism. “I wouldn’t forgive you.”
“---that’s more than I’d forgive myself,” you shake away his concern, your adamancy shining through your expression like a beacon over a fjord.
This time when you kissed, he tasted less like mint gum and more like molten heat. This kiss was beholden of a warmth attributed to the time spent between you, something a product of late nights cleaning the kitchen to garbled jazz and rock music from a cheap speaker. It was the product of brisk air biting at your nose during alleyway conversations, the smell of crisp mornings, and cigarette smoke wafting on the wind. The result of casual dates, never acknowledged for what they were; instead, listed as evening talks spent in each other's apartments, sharing naps, and dreams of the future.
You hold onto that feeling, the same as he does. You guide his hand to your heat, smiling as you notice his movements stutter. Without relenting, you continue to rub him above his briefs, applying gentle friction to keep him present.
“You feel that?” you directed his hand to set aside your underwear and up to your aching bud, “that’s my clit— do you know what to do with it?”
He stations his thumb on the bundle of nerves, rolling in languid circles. His eyes, linger upon your pussy that he’s been eager to see all afternoon, but soon look up to gauge your reaction and you can almost hear his unvoiced question of ‘did I do good?’
“Yes,” you grin. “Right there,”
He nearly choked when you unearthed him from his briefs with no warning, unable to push off the change in focus seeing as he was no longer in the lead. He’s probably not much longer than 6 inches, but he’s thick and sits heavy in your hand. He watches in awe as you lick a stripe up your hand before applying light pumps to his dick, afraid to push him over the edge too soon.
“What you’re doing to me right now, I’ll show you how it feels.” you breathe a chuckle, “...it shouldn’t feel too different.”
He briefly nods before you place your thumb against his slit, your palm working away slowly against his head while your thumb mimicked the motions of his. “Oh, fuck.” he whispers as if it almost was a question. The slight squelch from your lightly clenched fist was like the spoon that stirred the swirling contents of his mind. It was cute to witness his dilemma of where he should look, either at your glistening pussy that wept at his thumb on your clit or his dick that was bare and aching under your attention. His pants grew quicker with less between and you could tell he was nearing closer. You bridged that happy medium, fastening your pace and crooning as his pants grew into meager moans. It was only once his voice grew silent and his abdomen strung tight that you removed your hand entirely. He whined a sound of displeasure, to which you gave a remorseful smile and placed a peck on his forehead.
“Sorry baby,” you gave him an apologetic kiss for good measure. “You have to wait, we don’t want this to be over just yet.”
You watch contently as his breath shudders in his chest, coming back down to Earth. He doesn’t have much time to register you climbing atop of him, only truly realizing once he noticed you were lining yourself up.
“Are you sure you still want to go through with this?” you asked, taking a moment to really confirm if he was ready or not. “---no hard feelings if you aren’t.”
“No–” his voice croaked in his throat, “No, I want this.”
You hummed in recognition of his response before lowering yourself down on him inch by inch. A pleased smile grew on your lips at the loosening of his, all while his brows formed a tight knot and he locked in on the site of where you both met.
“Ah, fuck~” he hissed, clenching his jaw so as to not say more.
Once he bottomed out, his head fell slack on his neck. His face– turned to the heavens, but his eyes closed in bliss.
“Mmm, you did good.” you praised. Proud that he lasted so far, you graced his exposed neck with a gentle caress of your warm hand. Your intention was to be rewarding, but truthfully, he found it laced with temptation.
With an ephemeral sigh pushed from his lungs to the sky above, you noted the jolt of him from within you. He releases a chuckle, thick with haze. “God~ you feel good…”
“What does?--” you fight back a smile, “How does my pussy feel, Carm?”
He groans, taking a brief pause before giving you your answer. “Warm~” his breath staggers, “...wet,”
“What about now?” you ask, lifting yourself on his cock. Your hips start to rock in a languid rhythm, rolling down on his in tortuous circles. He sets again his bruising hold on your waist, as if holding you, holding anything, could keep him in this moment.
You watch the muscles grow taut in his neck and a subtle pink blooms in the skin above his carotid. His abdomen matches; his muscles going rigid. You could tell he was already fighting his release, and it wasn’t unexpected.
“Carmy,” you grab hold of the side of his face, your thumb resting right on the apple of his cheek. “Just let go— you’re allowed to feel good.”
Calling it a gasp would be an exaggeration, but it was like Carmy resurfaced for air. Once he finally allowed himself to breathe, there was nothing to be done to quell his now free-flowing moans. Carmy wasn’t loud, it wasn’t quite like the volume he was capable of when coursing out demands in a busy kitchen. Of course, he wasn’t quiet either. His voice of pleasure resembled a deep sigh— followed by the slightest upturn.
Witnessing his pleasure added that extra sensation to have you harmonizing your breaths. Your pleasure grew balanced— as if every motion that progressed his pleasure pulled you along behind him on a tether. It wasn’t long before you felt Carmy’s confidence begin to build— his pace along with it. His hips carved their own rhythm, setting a motion faster than the one you set with his sensitivity in mind. There was a clumsy, yet endearing quality to his thrusts that had you feeling dizzy.
“That’s it, Carmy~” you praised, pulling him in chest to chest so as to drive him deeper. “Fuck~ so good."
With your voice so close to his ear, he could practically feel the vibrations. With each comment of support that you made, he could sense his dwindling resolve. The sweat building on your bodies was proof of your efforts to reach your end. But, God- Oh God– he just needed you to cum. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he finished before he got you off. He hoped you wouldn’t notice the desperation behind it, but as he captured your lips in a kiss, he snuck his hand between you to stimulate your clit. His hips were still snapping up into yours, all while he could feel you grinding down on him. It was like some sinful equation of lust and desire; his mind couldn’t bear to push through it any longer. It didn’t help that he noticed that your smothered moans transitioned into filthy whines stifled on his tongue. He could barely lift his head, solely focused on the place where you met in timed thrusts. He couldn’t bring himself to care that he broke away from the kiss, not with the fact that he could now shamelessly listen to your unfiltered moans bless the air, even if his breath was escaping him in leisured pants.
Like a wire under a blade, your orgasm snapped into place. If your choked sound of pleasure wasn’t enough indication, he was immediately aware by the tightness that was constricting him. The sudden feeling brought him to the precipice he had been stifling with his every ounce of will. His arms had wrapped you in an embrace upon the realization of what was to come, his nose buried so deep into your neck that all he could perceive was your scent. You waited for his orgasm to come to its end, ever aware of the warmth that was filling you. You noticed his entire body go slack, his frame melting into yours like a lost puzzle piece. His hair— deliciously tickling your neck.
You gathered your fingers in the hair at the back of his neck as you had before, brushing out his untempered curls. He made a sound of contentment, the haziness of it rumbling in your chest. His hands, which now hung loosely near the small of your back, drew featherlight drawings on your skin. With the slightest turn of your head, you placed a soft, yet ardent, kiss to his temple— resting there, so as to imprint your feelings into his very flesh and bone.
Carmy turns with a thoughtful look in his eyes, pausing as if to commit every detail of your face to his memory before reciprocating with a kiss that veiled a million words.
You breathe him in, smiling into the action and sensing it when he does the same. “So– how did we do?” you ask, breathless with your eyes still closed from the moment you shared. You open your eyes when he takes you into his hold, both of his hands cupping your face on each side of your jaw. The ‘SOU’ on his knuckles— visible to the slow-turning world around you. “I don’t ever want to lose you,” he whispers with his eyes still fixated on your lips.
You brightly smile, “---and you never will.”
#carmy berzatto#carmy deserves a hug#carmy x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy x you#carmy the bear#virgin!carmy berzatto#kinktober#lazy ghouls kinktober
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Week One
Bisexual!Makoto x Gay!Yamagishi ; Virginity and Masturbation
masterlist | ao3
a/n: this desviated from the initial idea so much that i thought of restarting it, so if theres not much smut, that's why.
After class noons were usually spent two ways by Makoto. The first one was by goofing around with his friends, the so-gang called “Mizo Middle Five”, which activities usually consisted of roaming around Shibuya loitering, looking for people to fight and get beaten up, that if they were lucky, other days were intercepted by third years and high schoolers and get their ass beaten up by them unexpectedly. The second way was masturbating.
Makoto was laying on his bed, hands behind his head and looking towards the ceiling. Not a lot of thoughts were running down his head, but one in particular hit interest in his mind, about that woman in a very tiny bikini of a magazine he grabbed from an alleyway. That peaked his mind, and his dick too, so he began looking for the mag. He usually hid the porn in between his matress and its base, and not just the magazines, all of the adult stuff that he had were there, which was also JAVs and even some erotic writings.
After finagling in between his bed, he finally grabbed the magazine. As he was fantasizing about the young adult, he rapidly undid his pants and pulled them down, throwing them with his legs across the room. Makoto started to fondle his cock as he positioned himself comfortably, laying his back on the wall.
His eyes were gazing quickly towards the features of the woman, stroking his now erect penis in an up and down motion. As to experience more pleasure, he nibbed the very red tip of his dick with his thumb, making him shudder. He turned the page quite in a clumsy manner, still using one hand. The focus went to the same girl, who was now showing her breasts, thus stepping up Makoto a notch and making him stroke harder.
“O-oh shit~” Makoto gasped, letting his climax build up. He discarded the magazine, just focusing on cumming. His hand moved on an ungodly speed, making his shaft redder by the second, especially the tip. He heard the door close abruptly. Did the door shut by itself? He thought, but one and a half second reasoning concluded that his mom caught him jerking off again.
“MOOOM, I told you to knock on the door!!!” The black-haired one shouted towards the room entrance. “I’m not your mom dumb-ass” Yamagishi screamed back, taken aback by what his friend was doing. Well, in all honesty, he knew what Makoto does, he knew about his weird obsession over girls and porn in general, and even how he talks about jacking off, not about what he masturbates to, also about HOW he does it, which at that point didn’t even bother the brown-headed one. But to actually see Makoto masturbating is what is weird to him.
Makoto quickly put his undergarments and pants back on, as soon as he was going to tell Yamagishi to come in, he knocked on the door and said “Can I come in?”
“Whatever” The raven-haired responded “You already spoiled the fun”
Yamagishi frowned “Hey, don’t blame me for your irresponsible ass not hearing the door” He responded, avoiding eye contact with his friend. “What’d ya want?” The older demanded. Today was not the best time to be annoyed, and yet there he was, demanding some attention like a little kid, or at least is what Makoto thought.
But Yamagishi had other plans.
“Nothing, I just wanted to hang out here, can’t do it?” The glasses one asked sarcastically, walking in front of his friend and plopping his back into the bed. Makoto still looked at him mad, but as the climax and horniness went down, he softened his gaze. “Yeah, I guess you can”
Yamagishi moves his head to now face Makoto, but saw the porn magazine he was jacking to. Not thinking much of it, he grabbed it and started flipping through the pages, not paying much attention beyond what he can see, which is breasts and asses. Makoto saw his best friend just flip through the mag, and raised his voice to say something.
“She has weird nips” Yamagishi seemingly interrupted. What? Makoto thought. “And you say I’M the one who makes weird comments” The raven-haired exclaimed.
“No but really, look” Yamagishi stood up and shoved the mag into Makoto’s face. He pushed him away and grabbed it to look. What he saw there were normal female nipples. “This are normal what do you mean are weird”
Yamagishi scoffed “No. Those are weird af, mine’s arent like that.” Makoto deadpanned. Did his best friend really say this? He knows he has said some ridiculous things, but this borders the insanity frame. “You dumbass, they’re female nipples, female and male nips are different you dipshit”
“No they’re not” Yamagishi responded loudly “Look” He grabbed the end of his shirt and pulled it, taking the piece of fabric off “Compare them and tell me which look the weirdest.” At this point Makoto had enough, all that brains of his friend to be wasted on just gang stuff. “I’m just gonna leave” He stood up and walked towards the door.
Yamagishi freaked out and grabbed Makoto’s arm “Pussy if you’re not”
Oh.
Makoto didn’t want to inspect Kazushi’s nipples
but he didn’t want to be called a pussy
So he complied. Not only to not be humiliated, but to also get that over with fast.
Makoto grabbed the magazine and folded it so the woman’s nipples were on the edge of the page, putting it besides Yamagishi’s nips. He inspected for a solid 15 seconds to conclude “Yep, your nipples are the weird ones.”
Yamagishi stared back with a mad look on his face “No the fuck they're not” He was determined to win this pointless fight. And so did Makoto, as he rambled about his nipples being normal while taking his shirt off, trying to prove his point.
Makoto touched his nipples first, trying to inspect the shape of them. After that, he walked up to Yamagishi to “inspect them” (a/n: oh god this is turning weird, I swear there will be porn).
Makoto just slightly brushed the smaller's tit, but that caused the other to flinch. The raven tried to touch the chestnut haired's nip, but the more that Makoto worked with them, the more that Yamagishi got flustered and the redder and hotter his cheeks were getting. Makoto didn't back up from this, as a normal person should, instead he continued to rub his friend's nipples, just to fuck with him even more. After what Kazushi felt like a lot of teasing, he shoved the brunet away, trying to hide his blush, averting eye contact.
All that touching got both of them worked up, and slowly their dangerous hornyness started to creep in. Makoto looked at the state of his friend, kind of proud that he got Yamagishi to look like that.
Vulnerable and hot, he said in his mind.
The taller's gaze wandered Yamagishi's body, but his attention spanned towards something poking the shorter's pants. Makoto didn't quite think this through, as he got closer to his (now in question) friend. Yamagishi's eyes trembled slightly, in expectancy of what Makoto was going to do next. His cheeks were turning a crimson color never seen before by the two of them.
Makoto shifted his dominant hand towards the bulge in the other's pants. Now that was something Kazushi was expecting; out of all of the things that he thought that Makoto was going to do, he never foretold that he was going to grab his groin.
The hand grabbed Kazushi's balls and mildly erected dick, stroking it in a slow, circular manner. Whimpers were started to be outed off the shorter's mouth, as he took in the movements and the pleasure. He closed his eyes to soak in better the sensations.
What was going on Makoto's head at this time was confusing, all he felt is that this was weird, but if Yamagishi didn't desist, that meant that he liked it. Well, not like that, you see; they have been best friends for a little while now, so they both knew when they were fight-playing and when they were actually mad at each other or if they were uncomfortable. So Makoto and Yamagishi knew that the other one was enjoying this.
Makoto grabbed the waistband of the other's pants and pulled them down. He kneeled, now having the crotch at his face. He stuffed his face into the underwear, pushing the organ around with his mouth and face. Yamagishi was now moaning even more, getting harder by the second.
The taller grabbed the fabric with his teeth and brought down the garment, setting the penis free. His mouth made its way towards the tip, kissing it gently. Yamagishi, in a state of pure pleasure, he grabbed Makoto's hair as a way to hold himself together, loking towards him, his face a literal mess.
As Makoto put the penis into his mouth, Yamagishi's cheeks got stupidly hot and red by the stimulation, to the point that he started to tear.
The raven continued to suck, licking around inside the dick, trying to get the best out of it. Quickly, he also undid his pants and started to stroke his own penis, trying to reach climax.
As both of them got closer, Makoto tasted and swallowed the precum, finding it tasty, while also stroking his cock at a faster pace. Yamagishi, on the other hand, he put his hands over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans, which didn't work as he moaned harder into his hands, even biting into them.
Yamagishi came first, into the other's mouth, letting a guttural moan out and pushing Makoto to deepthroat him. Makoto tasting and swallowing the shorter's cum pushed him onto the limit, cumming into his hand and bare chest. After panting from tiredness, Makoto stood up, moving towards his bed to get tissue to clean his hand, but Yamagishi grabbed his arm. He moved the hand towards his mouth, licking the cum out of it. After that, he leaned into Makoto's chest, also licking the cum out of it.
“Promise to never tell this to someone”
“Promise” they both agreed.
“One question real quick” Makoto said, looking to Yamagishi, who had a interested look.
“Does that make you not a virgin?” He asked. Yamagishi thought of it, but didn't think of it too much “I guess so.” Hearing that made Makoto just a bit mad, punching Kazushi in his forearm.
“Oww, what was that for?”
“Nothing, just mad that now you're not a virgin but i'm still am”
“No you're not” Yamagishi responded. “You sucked my dick, that makes you not virgin from the mouth”
“No but I dont wanna be virgin on the penis, not mouth” The raven pouted “I'm gonna make you suck my dick so I wont be a virgin anymore”
“Is that a promise or a threat?”
“However you wanna see it”
#tokyo revengers#kazushi yamagishi#yamagishi kazushi#makoto suzuki#suzuki makoto#lazy ghoul's kinktober 2023#lazyghoulskinktober2023
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Kinktober 2023
Week Two
Prompt: Sex toys
Pairing: Peter Vincent (Fright Night 2011)/GN!Reader
Warnings: Mild D/s undertones
Word count: 2.5k
Summary:
Peter and Y/N play a game of hide and seek, but with a twist.
Tags:
Sub!Peter Vincent/Dom!GN!Reader, Sex Toys, Kinktober 2023, begging, wall sex
(fic below the cut)
“Peeeeeter! Wherever you're hiding, I will find youu!” Y/N yelled cheerfully as they roamed the penthouse, a riding crop hanging loosely off their wrist. In their other hand was their cellphone, a particular app open on it: it was pink and white, and had an ON/OFF switch as well as a slider with numbers ranging one to ten.
Y/N smirked, and set the slider to three before hitting the ON button. Then they just stood and waited, listening carefully. Pretty soon they heard muffled panting coming from the bedroom, so they went there with a smile.
Peter was hiding under their shared bed, careful not to make a noise. However, this proved incredibly difficult when the vibrator Y/N had put inside him suddenly buzzed to life at a medium speed. He wholly wasn't expecting it, so he immediately clapped his cuffed hands over his mouth to not whimper out loud. The condition of their game of hide and seek was simple: Peter would hide, and if Y/N found him they'd get to do whatever they wanted to him.
Peter was eager to see what Y/N had in mind, especially after they had bent him over the bed and put a new vibrator inside him. He wondered where the ON button was, but when they showed him that the toy was remote controlled he became just slightly afraid, though he didn’t show it.
‘Okay. So it won’t be easy,’ Peter thought, but he didn’t say it out loud. However, when his hands were cuffed he voiced his concern about fairness, but was quickly silenced by the shiny, new riding crop Y/N had bought recently landing sharply against his bare thigh. They’d ordered it along with an array of other toys they wanted to try on and with him, but they did mention that they were somewhat partial to a large, thick, rectangular, black, leather paddle with a heart-shaped hole in it. It looked like it stung, but Peter couldn’t help how alluring the idea of being completely at Y/N’s mercy was. The mental image of himself getting mercilessly spanked, the paddle leaving heart-shaped marks all over his bottom and thighs as he whimpered helplessly over their lap, instantly gave him a hard-on, which he couldn’t even hide because of being stripped of his clothes.
The rules of the game were fairly simple: Peter had two minutes to hide anywhere (except for the panic room) and once that was over Y/N would have fifteen minutes to try and find him, and if they did they'd get to do anything they wanted to him and he'd be at their beck and call for the rest of the day. If they didn't find him, however, he'd get to play with himself with whatever toys he wanted, and Y/N would have to watch him without being allowed to touch him.
So there Peter was, tucked away underneath their bed, trying so hard to be quiet as his prostate continued to get abused by the low-intensity vibrations of the toy inside him. When Y/N happily sauntered in, Peter tightened his grip over his mouth and curled in on himself to become as small as he could to avoid being seen. But it was of little use, because Y/N, being hypersensitive to smells, could sniff his cologne throughout the entire penthouse, and all they had to do was follow the sweet scent to where he was. Peter knew this, so he didn’t really make an effort to hide at first, but as the gane progressed and he watched Y/N’s feet walk past a few times without being found, he found that the thrill of feeling like he was being hunted was incredibly arousing.
Now Y/N was standing right in front of the bed, and they weren’t showing any signs of leaving, so Peter retreated deeper underneath the bed in hopes of not being found. However, Y/N was smart. They knew perfectly well how to get Peter to come out, so they switched off the vibrator, and what they did next startled him so much that he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his lips; they struck the bed with the riding crop, hard. Peter gasped, then immediately shut his mouth, eyes wide as he waited. Y/N smirked, then they deliberately knelt down and tapped the crop against the edge of the bed frame. Peter did his best not to gasp again, but it was useless: Y/N had found him, and it'd been barely seven minutes. Peter had lost the game, which meant he'd be completely at Y/N’s mercy for the rest of the day. He wasn't exactly scared, but he did certainly think that emptying their whole toy chest and displaying everything on the bed was slightly intimidating.
“Peeeeter, I found youuu,” Y/N whispered as they leaned down to look underneath the bed with a twisted smirk on their lips. Peter slowly crawled out from his hiding place, a slightly scared expression on his face as he finally managed to get out. He would've stood, but Y/N stopped him, putting the tip of the riding crop underneath his chin when he was on his knees and slightly tilting his head back to make him look up at them.
“Hello, Peter,” Y/N purred, their smirk widening as they traced his jawline with the crop. Peter shuddered at the contact, his boxers struggling to contain him as his aching cock pushed hard against the fabric.
“Hi, Y/N,” Peter replied as he looked up with big eyes, getting the memo and staying on his knees.
“You stayed in here this whole time? Clever,” Y/N praised as they traced Peter’s chest and neck with the riding crop, relishing the shuddering whimper it elicited from the man.
“Th- thank you, Y/N…” Peter panted, undeniably aroused by the whole thing. Y/N’s smirk widened slightly as they walked around Peter like a circling shark and ran the tip of the crop over his naked back, in between his shoulder blades and along the back of his neck. Peter shuddered, his cock throbbing with arousal.
“Mmm, what will I do to you first? I could spank you, or break out that new flogger I bought you, or maybe I should just fuck you,” Y/N mused, though they were eyeing the brand new paddle with the heart-shaped hole, obviously considering their options.
“I’ve made up my mind: we’ll do all three! Isn’t that exciting?” Y/N gushed, sitting on the corner of the bed and patting their lap to invite Peter to go over it. Then they grabbed the famous heart hole paddle and, when Peter bent ove their knees, gently rubbed it against his barely clothed bottom.
“Actually, I have an idea,” Y/N purred, and grabbed their phone. Then they opened the pink and white app and set the slider to six before hitting the ON switch. Peter gasped as he felt the vibrator go off inside him, and instinctively grabbed the bed for support.
All of a sudden, Peter felt his boxers being taken off and turned to look at Y/N with scared, pleading eyes as they bared his bottom. He was genuinely scared now, but also so, so enticed by the idea of being paddled on a bare bottom, especially since he had a toy vibrating inside him as well which they’d never tried before. He loved Y/N’s adventurous nature and their knack for trying new things because there was never a boring night with them. He smiled happily and arched his back, offering more of his nude bottom for Y/N to strike with the paddle.
“Aww, what a good boy,” Y/N cooed as they aligned the paddle with Peter’s backside, gently tapping it to warm him up before playtime and alternating between tapping and rubbing. Peter whimpered at the light contact, wiggling his hips as a silent plea for more. When his bottom was nice and warm, Y/N finally raised the paddle higher and swung it hard against Peter’s bottom.
Peter gasped as the first swat landed across his bare backside, whole body jerking forward in surprise. He bit his lower lip and whimpered, the swat leaving a lovely stinging sensation in his already warm bottom. When the second swat came he whimpered, his body reacting positively to the feeling of the paddle as well as the vibration of the toy inside him.
“A-ah! Mhh, that feels so g-good, Y/N, don’t- don’t stop,” Peter moaned, his entire body shaking in pleasure as he continued to be paddled, bottom increasingly hot and pink as two heart shapes formed on it.
After about ten minutes, Y/N paused the paddling, switching to rubbing the paddle against Peter’s hot, reddish skin. Peter moaned and squirmed, writhing in pure delight over Y/N’s knees as the toy inside him kept vibrating, relentlessly stimulating his prostate and bringing him closer and closer to climaxing.
“Hah… Y/N… pleeease, I need- I n-need you,” Peter gasped as he felt the pressure of his orgasm building in his pelvic area. That was exactly when Y/N grabbed their phone, and switched off the vibrator. Peter whined in frustration, since he was so close, but Y/N was quick to silence him with a well-placed swat of the paddle on his upper left thigh. Peter yelped, the sudden sting much more intense than when he was being paddled on his buttocks, but he took the hint and stayed quiet.
“Ah ah ah, not yet, darling. We can't have you finishing too soon, can we? Plus, we've yet to try that new flogger I bought you,” Y/N purred, fully aware of what they were doing to Peter. Peter whined again, and again he was shut up by a particularly forceful lick of the paddle, this time on his right thigh.
“Aww, babe. I know, I know you really wanted to finish, but we’ve yet to do basically anything. Alright, dear?” Y/N cooed as they gently rubbed the paddle over Peter’s bottom and tenderly scratched his head. Peter smiled at the attention and nodded, also wanting to try more things. He stood up and waited for instructions, which were simple; stand facing the wall with his legs apart and his palms on against the surface of the wall.
Y/N swiftly grabbed the new flogger, a gorgeous, black, cowhide mop flogger with a hand-turned, cherry wood grip, and approached Peter. When they were close enough, they lightly touched the flogger’s falls to Peter’s back before leaving a trail of kisses across his shoulders and neck, relishing the shudder it elicited before taking about two steps back.
Peter gasped when the flogger landed lightly against his naked upper back, but when it struck him properly he couldn't hold back a moan as a pleasant warmth spread across his shoulders. When the falls of the flogger landed on his back a second time, this time on the small of his back, Peter panted, incredibly aroused by the attention.
This went on for a while, and soon there was a lovely pinkish hue blooming all over Peter's back, him panting and moaning with each lick.
“God, you've no idea what those pretty whimpers of yours do to me, Peter. I just want to fuck you up the wall right now,,” Y/N growled, and with that they tossed the flogger to the side and closed the distance between them and Peter, spinning him around and pinning him to the wall before beginning to make out with him, entangling their hand in his hair and roughly pulling his head to the side to start kissing and biting his neck.
Peter moaned, his whole body reacting with goosebumps all over as Y/N’s free hand traveled lower and lower, from his chest to his stomach, and found its way to his throbbing erection. When Y/N grabbed it very un-gently, Peter squeaked, the sudden feeling of their hand tightly wrapped around the base of his aching cock surprising him more than a little.
When Y/N finally started stroking him, Peter could weep from happiness. He could barely hold back his moans anymore, and he was quickly approaching the edge of his climax. He was already very close from the spanking and the flogging, so it took no time for him to get closer.
As Y/N continued to work their magic on him he was brought right up to the edge, and soon he could barely hold back. He silently pleaded with Y/N, but he knew that it wasn't enough: he'd have to ask out loud.
“Y- Y/N- P-pleeease- hah…m-may I- may I c- come, pleahse,” Peter stammered, overwhelmed by the pleasure. When Y/N finally, finally nodded yes Peter felt like he could cry. He was finally being allowed to finish after waiting all night for it. He just couldn't hold back anymore, so with one final wail, he came all over Y/N’s hand, body shaking violently against the wall.
When he finished he slumped forward, his body spent, and fell right into Y/N’s arms, who was right there to catch him. He tried to mumble a weak “thank you” but Y/N quickly shushed him as they carried him towards the bed.
They gently laid him down on the bed, moving several toys out of the way in the process, and headed to the bathroom to wash their hands. When they returned, Peter was shakily trying to tidy up the bed. They swooped in just at the right time as Peter's legs gave out and he stumbled backwards. Luckily, Y/N caught him and gently laid him back down on the bed before gently “scolding” him for over exerting himself.
He smiled at them lovingly and mumbled something about them being too protective, before finally deciding to just lay down and let them pamper him. Which they loved doing, no doubt, as they had a huge smile on their face as they tossed the unused toys back in the chest.
“Oh, I almost forgot! Roll over, baby, you still have that vibe inside you,” Y/N suddenly remembered. Peter lazily flopped over on his front and spread his legs to give Y/N more ease of access. They gently pulled the butt plug out of him, and stamped a kiss on his thigh before taking the plug to the bathroom and washing it.
Once it was clean and dry, they put it back in its pouch and put it away back in the toy chest with the rest of their stuff. Peter muttered that he loved their adventurousness, and Y/N responded with a tender kiss on his forehead before joining him on the bed. They hugged him from behind and kissed his neck, and like that they fell asleep.
#kinktober 2023#fright night 2011#peter vincent#lazy ghouls' kinktober 2023#kinktober#david tennant#fanfiction#fanfic#my writing
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Of Books & Beasts
Prompt: virginity
Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader
Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope
Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // it’s very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right?
Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didn’t even need to bat an eyelash in Steve’s direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasn’t looking.
With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging — they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.
“Anything for you, dove. I’ll get everything on this list for us,” Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register.
“Alright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we don’t starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,” you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order.
“Don’t you worry about it, it’s on me. Let me treat you a little.”
“I’m the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,” you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone.
But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. “I’m serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe I’ll bend —”
“Please don’t continue that sentence,” you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. “Any louder and people will start to believe you.”
The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be good and stop teasing you,” he chuckled lowly.
“Thank you,” you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. “So will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?”
“Yes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.”
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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasn’t Tim Curry’s fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure — you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel.
However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan — although, it was due to pure frustration.
“I don’t have any clean clothes,” your host said as he rummaged through his drawers.
“How about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?” you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library.
“Or you could always sleep naked, I heard it’s really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at — ow,” Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head.
“Maybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,” you smiled and whispered shyly.
Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully.
Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve — and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man.
“Here,” Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. “Maybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?”
“This is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,” You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas.
However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine — and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didn’t feel as exposed.
Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didn’t want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steve’s arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didn’t go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your —
No.
This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didn’t accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each other’s arms would not last forever.
“Do you want the left or right side of the bed?” Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts.
“Anything is fine,” you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle.
“The left side is closer to the lamp if you’d like to read a bit before sleeping,” he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot.
“Are you a mind reader or something?” you chuckled between steps.
Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: “no, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.”
“Oh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.”
The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you.
“Go ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,” he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. “What’s it about anyways?”
You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steve’s touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. “Not too sure about the entire plot since I’m only on chapter two. But it’s about a prince and his beast companion. They’ve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so I’m guessing the best friends fall in love,” you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words.
What a dream.
“Is it dirty?” Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket.
“No, I-I’ve never read a story like that before,” you said sternly.
“Oh, I believe you,” his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. “Have fun reading.”
They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry.
It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed — even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the prince’s romantic actions throughout the book. You didn’t even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didn’t even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little.
Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice.
“You want to get under here?” Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body.
Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steve’s body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic — a part of you wished this could last forever.
But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least.
You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldn’t be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve.
The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips — there was no way it could feel that good.
But you were so wrong.
Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs.
Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal.
Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didn’t care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steve’s chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together.
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Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldn’t surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts n’ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. It’s funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant.
His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before.
As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steve’s chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steve’s stomach once in a while too.
Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didn’t realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process.
You were about to become the death of him tonight.
Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him.
“And then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.”
Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one another’s backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep.
If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasn’t worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly.
“Wake up, my dove. It’s getting hot in here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily.
“Hm? What?” You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the world’s most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. “Feels so nice, Stevie,” you murmured, still half-asleep.
“Fuck — you really like that, huh?” The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream.
“I feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,” you moaned whilst humping some more. “Kiss me, please.”
Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat — the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting you’ve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand.
Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasn’t the normal you, you didn’t even realize exactly what you were doing. “Pretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we can’t.” The words fell from his lips painfully.
“Why not? You don’t feel good?” You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steve’s neck, stopping your hips’ movements all together.
“Feels so good, baby,” Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. “But, this isn’t a dream, and you’re not fully awake. I don’t want you to regret this—”
The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll move over t-there — ah.” The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steve’s figure.
“Did that feel good?” Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status.
“I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it.
“You probably had some sweet dreams, huh?”
Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight.
“Oh no,” you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steve’s thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. “This is so embarrassing,” you though out loud
“It’s no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,” Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions.
“I didn’t know it was going to be like that in the story,” you whispered.
“Did you like it?” Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships — this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all.
You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.”
“Then don’t feel embarrassed or bad about it,” Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. “Never thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.”
“Don’t tease,” you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment.
“I’ll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,” you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice.
Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moon’s beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them.
“Let’s never talk about this again,” you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth.
“If that’s what you would be comfortable with,” Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot.
“Y-yes, I would be.”
After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. “It is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.”
“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.
“Learn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.” The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone.
“You’re just a dummy, Steve,” you playfully scoffed with a giggle.
“That was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.”
In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steve’s imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure.
No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind.
“Is that what sex is like?” You whispered into the night, cutting off the man’s thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling.
“In the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,” you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him.
“Well, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,” the man next to you chuckled sweetly.
You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him.
“Right, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,” you continued your thoughts.
“It does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something you’ll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.” Right then, Steve’s mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you.
“I wonder what it will be like for me,” you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again.
“You got a good idea a few minutes ago,” Steve teased as he looked you up and down.
All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. “It did feel really, really nice, Steve. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. “Then, maybe I can help. You didn’t get to finish, sweet girl.”
The deepness of Steve’s voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own — you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before.
“I didn’t even know that I started,” you pouted.
“Oh, but finishing is one of the best parts,” he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly.
“Steve—” you moaned like music to his ears.
Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever.
“My best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,” he whispered, hovering his lips above yours.
“More, please.”
“So polite,” Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. “Doing such a dirty thing and now you’re being so nice.”
“I feel so — I feel like I need more,” you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea.
Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned.
“Is your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,” he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you.
“So good. Kiss me, Steve, please.” You weren’t sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue — a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.
But, you were wrong, so wrong.
As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldn’t help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steve’s clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise.
“God, what did you learn in that book?” Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him.
“The characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.” You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter.
You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.
“Here I thought that was going to be my job tonight,” Steve’s voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met.
Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didn’t wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. “Oh God,” you moaned into his mouth while arching your back.
The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didn’t feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again.
“No panties, huh? You’re bound to be the death of me.”
“I normally don’t wear any to bed if I’m wearing shorts,” you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub.
“Is it alright if I take these off?” He barely got the question out before you began to nod.
Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal.
The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness.
“Feels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,” you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper.
“Are you close, dove? Are you gonna come? You’re so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,” Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder.
“More — need more.” The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot — none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve.
The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steve’s lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples.
You aren’t sure what took over — all you knew was that everything felt so good.
“Fuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,” Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin.
“Steve, everything you’re doing feels so good,” you moaned.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.”
And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steve’s hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms.
“So nice —” you whimpered incoherently.
Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. “I’m never gonna get tired of that sound,” he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high.
“So much better than reading a book,” you giggled as your body calmed down.
“Maybe we gotta find you crazier books then,” Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips.
The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips,
“Again — I can take more,” you whispered between kisses.
“Needy girl, you really want to?” Steve asked, making sure this wasn’t a dream for him now.
“Mhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?” your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. “Would it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?”
Fuck.
Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldn’t do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly.
The conflict on Steve’s face was so apparent that you whispered: “oh, we don’t need to—”
“Fuck, I want to,” Steve kissed you sweetly. “Are you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?”
“Yes, yes, I promise you that I can,” you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each other’s. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you — leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your body’s cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust.
“It’s kinda cold,” you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. “Can I take off your clothes too?”
With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. You’ve been teasingly touching it throughout tonight’s escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least.
“One sec, dove,” Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle.
“What is that?” You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasn’t looking.
“I-it’s — fuck — it’s lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,” Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. “Not sure if we will need much,” he teased.
Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steve’s fingers.
You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: ‘for her pleasure,’ which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways — it must be something good, you guessed.
“Let's use a little, Steve.”
“Yeah, sure. You want me to put it on?” He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand.
“N-no, I wanna try something,” you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. “You’re so big, Stevie. You’re gonna stretch me out so good.”
Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight.
“F-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.” Steve’s moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you.
Just the tip — you said the words before.
But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out.
This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of.
“So hard,” you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steve’s cock in.
“You’re taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,” he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size.
“Feels nice.”
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you.
Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching — it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved.
Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body.
“Keep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,” you screamed incoherently.
“God, you're throbbing around me. I don’t think I can take it.” The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you.
“Steve, I wanna feel you cum,” you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you.
He adored how needy you were. “Dirty little mouth, Princess.”
“Need more — need you to go faster.”
“You know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isn’t that right?” Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully.
“You’ll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,” you giggled in between whimpers.
In truth, you didn’t notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely. “Dove, you're taking me so well — fuck — better than I’ve ever imagined,” he moaned.
“What have you imagined? What were we doing?” you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you.
Where did you learn how to do that? — was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies.
“Sometimes I’d have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while you’re studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.”
“For you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isn’t it?” You teased him now.
You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt — even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days.
One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now.
“You little minx,” Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster.
“Do you think I don’t imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?” the words fell from your lips breathily while Steve’s pace increased more and more. “You’re not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when you’re staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?”
“God, you like it when I’m being your perv, naughty girl,” Steve stated.
“Makes me feel nice. Just like this.”
Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. “You’re so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.”
“Oh my—” your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes.
“That’s it, let it happen,” Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours.
“Faster, please,” you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots.
Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock — an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you.
And he did.
Good god, he did.
“That’s it, that’s my dove.” He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously.
“S-Steve, fuck.” You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace — it was the final straw for Steve.
He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. “So tight,” he whimpered above you.
For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You weren’t so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way.
You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sun’s rays.
“You are so beautiful,” Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you.
“So are you,” you smiled while cuddling close to him.
“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process.
“Yeah, I guess I feel a little sore,” you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again.
Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. “Do you need a bath, some water, or food?” He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs.
“I’m fine, Steve, I promise.” You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze.
Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasn’t sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. “How about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, I’ll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?” The offer was so tempting coming from Steve’s lips.
“Hmm, what if I want to help you?” You giggled. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. “There is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and then—”
You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. “Maybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,” he winked.
“Another day?”
“Yes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.” Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin.
“I’d really, really love that,” you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process.
If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each other’s arms — and later on in a few different sections of the book store too.
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Too Drunk to Fuck
summary: he'd never been the type of man to wait. if he had an itch, it needed to be scratched. jax doubted anyone would even notice if he pounded your cunt until you were screaming and creaming on his cock.
warnings: 18+ only. thigh riding. pet names; (princess, baby). brief name calling; (slut). public setting. female orgasm. it's not a samcro party without alcohol and getting high. also if there isn't someone getting fucked on a pool table.
words: 1k
notes: welcome to week one of kinktober! i'm not the best at sticking the day-to-day tasks so i'm following along with lazy ghoul's weekly promptsif you want to see more thigh riding with jax, or something else entirely, send me an ask!
"C'mere."
This was the only warning you had before Jax's strong fingers curled around your wrist and tugged you away from the crow eater you were in the middle of a conversation with. You gave him no resistance, as you've always enjoyed the way he manhandled you and how bossy he got when he was in a mood. You allowed him to tow you along behind him, giggling and stumbling in your high heels, before he turned to face you, his mouth immediately crashing against yours.
Jax kissed exactly how he fucked: roughly, with teeth and tongue, and hot breaths.
You moaned into his mouth as he perched atop a stool at the unoccupied end of the bar, his hands on your hips pulling you forward until you were straddling him. He had half a mind to fuck you right then and there—to shove his jeans down to his knees, hike up your pretty dress, and sink deep into your cunt with one sure stroke.
He'd never been the type of man to wait. If he had an itch, it needed to be scratched. Jax doubted anyone would even notice if he pounded your cunt until you were screaming and creaming on his cock. If they did, he doubted anyone would actually care. Most of them were plastered or higher than a kite, or both; Bobby Elvis was on the pool table going down with some pretty blue-eyed thing, while Tig was leaning back in one of the armchairs, a hand in the hair of some blonde-haired woman, who was sucking his cock like she simultaneously loved and hated it.
Not a single one of them would care, but even though the two of you had only been mutually exclusive for a few months, Jax knew you; he knew that you weren't into public sex. The club life was still new; it was as exciting as it was frightening, and you weren't ready to be vulnerable in front of all these people.
"Jax," your voice was impossibly soft as he tugged on your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat to his wondering mouth. If the rough drag of his lips against your skin hadn't distracted you from your utter desperation, you would have flushed with embarrassment. He followed a droplet of sweat down the column of your throat before finding the pulse point beating wildly at the junction of your shoulder.
His fingers tightened around your hips, the tips of them kneading the doughy flesh until it felt like you were bruised. Your own hips moved in response, grinding against him with anticipation and impatience. Jax had a room out the back; you knew that. You'd spent the night once or twice. With your arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, you bucked against him, your clothed cunt catching on the crotch of his jeans, the zipper sending a zing of pleasure through your core.
You chased that feeling desperately, despite the soft groans coming from the leather-bound man. His hand curling around your throat brought you back into the moment, your eyes snapping over to stare into his own pretty blue ones. You noticed they were dark with desire, his pupils blowing wide while you continued to move against him, chasing friction of any kind, whining softly at him. "Jesus," he muttered before kissing you again, his tongue in your mouth, swallowing your moans. "Gimme a second to get my shit together."
Both of you were drunk and not yet sober enough for a romp between the sheets, but you still needed each other. His hands slid to your waist, shifting you so that you were straddling one leg instead of his waist. "Like this," he said softly, his hands returning to your hips to pull you back and forth across his thigh. "Just until I can take care of you, babe."
Your breath hitched as the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your clothed cunt. Your panties were already soaked, but he didn't mind. Jax liked that he could excite you with a few quick kisses and dirty words; he liked the wet spots you'd leave on his jeans. You buried your face against his neck to muffle the sounds of the whimpers and moans he was pulling from you. Your hands burrowed into the thicket of tresses at the back of his neck, drawing him in deeper, and you were lost in him—the smell of his sweat-slicked skin, the taste of tobacco on his tongue, the feel of his finger bruising into your skin—utterly and hopelessly lost.
He gave you a few minutes to enjoy yourself. The feeling of him manhandling your body was exquisite; it never ceased to amaze you that something so simple, such as thigh riding, could send you sky-rocketing so suddenly. Jax pressed a kiss against the side of your head as you continued to roll your hips back and forth along his thigh. "Open your eyes, princess. I want to watch when you're cumming for me."
You whined in response. You wanted to carve your way beneath his skin and never leave the shelter of his body, but one of his hands snaked beneath your dress. He toyed with the band of your panties, his blunt nails plucking at the stitching before he pulled on them roughly, making the opposite side dig into your doughy flesh. With a chuckle, he let it snap back into place, causing your body jolt in his arms.
"There she is," he cooed mockingly when you finally raised your head. Your eyes were blurred and glossy as you rutted against him, your pace sloppy and frantic. His hands were everywhere and nowhere, all at once. "Y'look so pretty like this baby, like a desperate slut." His words were accentuated when he lifted his knee, changing the angle at which you rubbed against him.
Your teeth gnashed wildly at your lower lip to stifle the sound that ripped up from your chest. Jax slid his hand into your panties and grabbed a fistful of your ass, the tips of his fingers going a little bit south to find the wetness between your thighs, so that he could make your ride at a gruelling pace. A searing heat was starting to simmer in the pit of your stomach, making your blood boil until you were sweating and burning from the inside out.
Your mouth found his when you couldn't keep quiet. He felt the vibrations and your moans, and he swallowed each of the pretty noises you made. "Jax, s'close. Please, please, baby." You babbled against his lips, your fingers tightening around his hair and pulling roughly, making him growl. He bounced his knee once, the rough fabric catching against your clit through the barrier of clothing. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you suddenly felt so horribly empty.
Jax kissed you hard; his tongue bullied its way past your lips while the tension in your stomach became too much and snapped. It was immediate and intense, leaving you shaking in his arms. A fire-storm trail-blazed through your body, igniting the blood in your veins. Static settled behind your ears, blocking out the world as you rode each shock-wave of euphoria as though it were your last. Your orgasm was intense and loud, leaving you moaning against his mouth, his name a symphony falling repeatedly from your lips as he kept your hips moving, drawing out the moment for as long as possible.
At long last, the tension escaped from your body, and you sagged against him, your vision finally clearing as he kissed you softly and lazily, waiting for you to come down from the clouds. When you realise what just happened, where it just happened, you hide your face against his neck again, although this time your tongue swiped wetly against his skin. Jax hummed when you nibbled at a particularly sensitive spot just below his ear. He pressed his mouth against your hair to hide the smirk that found his lips. The smell of your shampoo invaded his lungs as you shifted against him, the cold air hitting the wet patch your orgasm had left on his jeans.
"Ready for me to take care of you properly, princess?"
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miasma what r ur swiss tummy thoughts 🎤
syringe how DARE u make me consider the swummy when i have SO MANY KINKTOBER PROMPTS LEFT >:(
sigh.
anyway. i think swiss gains a little weight between tours and as such two ghouls in particular are even more obsessed with him than usual.
(contains: body worship, marking, tit sucking, some light scent kink, sloppy kissing, drool, teasing, and swiss being the desperate one for a change. at least a little)
His rusty purr echoes off his bedroom walls, his fingers drag through two heads of soft hair, and Swiss thinks this is as close to bliss as a guy can get.
Aeon had slithered up to Swiss' side right after lunch and hooked their elbows together, wrangling him back to the dorms with warm lips pressed to Swiss' ear. He hadn't complained; there were a few empty hours to spare until evening practice, he could allow their new addition to distract him for a bit.
Finding Dew waiting for them in the center of his bed, joint already lit, had been a surprise of the loveliest variety.
Swiss doesn't know how long it's been since they finished it off, but it's been long enough for Dew and Aeon to get wonderfully handsy. They'd fallen back against the headboard on Dew's last exhale, the little ghoul pinned to Swiss' right side and Aeon attached to his left. Heavy arms slung around their shoulders while Dew nuzzled his chest and Aeon shoved his nose into Swiss' throat.
This isn't the first time they've captured him like this over the past couple of weeks, and Swiss is sure it won't be the last. There are still nine days until the next tour picks up, and at this point it's harder to keep them off of him than on him.
It always starts with them touching over his shirt, long fingers dimpling the places where the fabric has gone taut. Drawn tighter after months of indulging in food, drink, and abject laziness when permitted. It happens to all of them, a few pounds added when they aren't able to sweating it off on stage. Even Dew has the most delightful little belly roll and love handles now, along with a bit more touchable puffiness in his chest. It'll all burn off once things pick up again, so none of the ghouls find themselves bothered when they all go a little soft(er) around the edges.
Least of all Swiss. He owns the tightest shirts for a reason.
Not that his shirts last very long when they do this. This afternoon was no different, Swiss' tee tossed to the floor the moment Aeon started to drool onto it. Their hands were on him immediately then; Dew grabbed a handful of his now-softer chest while he buried his face in Swiss' armpit, and Aeon had been quick to to sink his fingers into his stomach while he latched on to Swiss' collarbone. Both of then making the happiest little trilling sounds at the feel of his pudge giving beneath their skilled hands, sounds that made Swiss feel just a little higher.
Now, a truly unknown amount of time later, they've both migrated south. Dew's still pressed close, a skinny leg wrapped around Swiss' knee. He can feel the little ghoul's warmth through both of their pants, and there's sure to be a wet spot in Dew's jeans whenever he chooses to shred them. Dew's mouth is warmer, though, busy sucking the latest of many marks just below his navel. They overlap with the last round of still-healing bruises spotting Swiss' torso, a purpled mosaic of adoration.
Swiss sighs, rakes his claws over the little ghoul's scalp, and Dew looks up at him with the glassiest eyes. His lips swollen, flushed from so long spent worshipping every inch of Swiss he could reach. Spit slick as Swiss' own skin.
"Your eyes are red," he purrs, grinning with barely-open eyes. He cups Dew's cheek, no longer quite so hollow, and drags his thumb over his lower lip. "Almost as red as this pretty mouth."
Those lovely lips curl into the laziest smile when Swiss slips his thumb between them. The little ghoul gives it a lazy suck that has Swiss groaning, throbbing in his too-tight jeans. A pulse so intense that he's sure Aeon must feel it too, and the little whimper that floats up from his chest only confirms his suspicions.
Aeon's been straddling his other leg for a while now, making an absolute mess of his bare chest. Mouthing at his tits wet and sloppy, saliva catching in his thatch of chest hair with every pass of his tongue. Aeon's paid special attention to his nipples too, of course. Gotten them all puffed up and so dark with sharp but gentle teeth. He has one hand stuck up Dew's shirt, the other firmly planted on the side of Swiss' belly that Dew can't quite reach. Kneading away with abandon and entirely lost in his own little world.
Swiss drags his claws down the curved length of Aeon's spine, and the sound he makes has Swiss' eyelids drooping even further.
The other ghoul's lithe body is bent in a way that has his thigh slotted right up against Swiss' bulge. Not with enough pressure for him to get anything out of it, but it means they're close enough that Swiss can feel Aeon twitch against his hip too. Aeon gasps against his skin when Swiss grabs a handful of his ass, but flat out growls when he encourages Aeon to rut against him. Swiss chuckles, raises an eyebrow.
"Wazzat for, kitten?" He's can't keep the humor from his voice, impossible when Aeon sounds about as threatening as your average bowl of oatmeal. "Y'think I can look and not wanna touch?"
Swiss flexes his thigh, pushes it up into Aeon's obvious arousal, and earns a much more appropriate whine for his trouble. Aeon looks up at him, mouth hanging open, cheeks darkened and eyes barely focused. There's a string of saliva connecting his plush power lip with Swiss' nipple, and Swiss would break it with his tongue if he could reach.
"Didn't say that," Aeon slurs, pushing himself upright and pulling his hand from Dew's warm little tummy. The smaller ghoul makes a displeased sound around Swiss' thumb, but it's quashed quickly when Aeon scratches at the space between his horns. "Jus' not in a rush, is all. You're not gonna squishy forever. Wanna enjoy it."
Swiss tips his head and watches him for a long moment. Watches Aeon stretch both arms over his head, exposing a delicious stripe of his own flat stomach. He and Aurora haven't been around long enough to be affected by The Gluttony, but Swiss knows it'll happen soon enough. A few months touring and they'll come back with all sorts of new, voracious appetites in dire need of sating.
Swiss can't fucking wait.
He hisses when fangs sink into his thumb, pulling it from Dew's mouth with a soft pop. He frowns down at the little ghoul, but can't keep up the scowl for long. Not when Dew's scooting down to nose at his happy trail.
"You went away," he admonishes, kissing the button of Swiss' jeans. Chin hovering over straining denim. Dew's heavy eyes flash with something playful. "Jus' 'cause we're takin' our time," he murmurs, grinding slow against Swiss' leg, "doesn't mean you get t' think about other shit."
Swiss huffs through his nose, but offers a slightly sheepish smile. He reaches down, traces the shell of Dew's pointed ear with one fingers. The little ghoul chirrups, leans into the touch, and Swiss' other hand lands on Aeon's thigh. Strokes lean muscle, wishing it was skin beneath his palm. But hey, if they're in no rush then neither is he.
"Sorry Sparky, jus' got distracted for a second," he says with a wink. "'M all yours, I promise."
A bony hand sinks into his curls, and Swiss finds his gaze being redirected. Finds Aeon looking down at him with his head tilted, black and white waves falling over his forehead. There's something fascinating in his swirling lavender eyes, something Swiss knows he should recognize, but can't quite place. Something so similar to the brazen need in Dew's eyes, yet entirely different.
"Ours," Aeon corrects, voice firm. "You're ours."
Oh, that's what it is.
Possession.
Swiss' tongue feels suddenly too thick, too cumbersome. Impossible to form an intelligent response when his mouth is so dry. When had it gotten so dry? He has no idea. Still, he tries. Manages to make a dull gurgling sound while he soaks a stain into his boxers. Fuck he's so hard.
Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the darkness in Aeon's eyes vanishes. He's loose once more, hazy, rolling his hips just enough for Swiss to feel the swollen ridge of his cock against his thigh. Then he's leaning down, and Swiss finds himself being kissed with the sort of slowness usually reserved for third dates and drive-in movies. Deep and with what most would consider too much tongue, but they both know that's just how Swiss likes it.
Warm hands squeeze his stomach, and Swiss manages to crack one eye open. Angles his head so he can peer down at Dew. Swiss smiles into the kiss at the sight of him, wide-eyed with his lips caught between his fangs. Groping his stomach like it's his job and not so subtly humping Swiss' leg while he devours the sight before him. A delicious sight, one made all the better when he sees Dew's hand creep up his thigh. Over his hip.
Swiss groans deep and pained when Dew finally, blessedly, cups the dull ache between his legs. Molds his fingers to the obvious swell of Swiss' cock and gives it a nice little rub. It's hardly anything, but it sends his head spinning anyway.
Or maybe that's Aeon stealing the air from his lungs. Hard to say.
Either way, Swiss is beyond dizzy when Aeon chooses to relent. Gulps for breath, licks his lips to drink down every sweet drop of saliva coating them. Aeon huffs out a soft laugh, rubbing their noses together and bumping horns.
Aeon licks a stripe up his cheek, Swiss moans, and Dew purrs when his cock kicks hard.
"Gonna let us play again now?"
Swiss is pretty sure he'd give up nuclear launch codes if it meant they would keep touching him like this. The fervent nod he offers Aeon only supports that.
"S'much as you want, baby," he sighs, hands roving restlessly over Aeon's shirt. Swiss' eyewhen Dew pops his button and starts to tug down his zipper. "Fuck, much as you both want."
Aeon kisses his temple, hums against thin skin, and then he's slinking his way down Swiss' body. Dragging his hands from Swiss' broad shoulders, over his pecs, down his tummy. Poking and prodding at his softest spots with the worst kind of smile on his face. He joins Dew in short order, bumps their horns together, and then they're kissing each other all slow and gross and unholy fuck does Swiss ache.
Aeon's hand joins Dew's at his zipper, both of their free hands occupied with massaging his stomach. Dew's the one to reach into his boxers once the last tooth separates, and Swiss doesn't even try to hide his groan of relief when the little ghoul pulls him out at last.
"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes, pure relief and red-hot tension threaded into the word in equal measure. It feels like he could cum in half a second, and yet somehow like his orgasm is a million miles away at the same time. A confusing ball of tangled need stuck low in his pelvis.
Then Aeon reaches in to cup his balls, and Swiss sees pretty purple spots.
"Heavy," Aeon coos, palming his sack and breaking the kiss just to flash Swiss a little fang. Dew takes it upon himself to nuzzle the base of his cock, to breathe in deep, and Swiss swears he feels the little ghoul get even wetter.
"Full," he rumbles, reaching out to rest a hand on the backs of each of their necks. Just to hold, a little something to keep him grounded. "Gonna empty 'em for me?"
Both ghouls snicker - never a good sign - and Dew lets his cock slide from his loose grip. Lets it fall against Swiss' pudge with a slap that's much louder than it should be, all things considered. Swiss shivers when he watches it spit fluid into his belly hair, and shudders when the pair of them dip down to lick up every drop. His dick jumps, hits Dew's cheek, and Aeon licks that spot up too.
Then they're kissing again, swapping spit that must carry the salty tang of his pre, and Swiss can only think of one thing.
"Will you...kiss it?" He swallows hard, warmth blooming through his pelvis when they part. When they gaze at him with lazy deviance. "Together?"
The noisy purrs Swiss gets in response make his toes curl.
#miasma's work#the band ghost fic#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#aeon ghoul#phantom ghoul#swiss/aeon/dew#swiss x aeon x dew#ALL HAIL THE SWUMMY#not reading before posting so if you see mistakes#no you dont#enjoy syringe u heathen
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‘You Ain’t Shy, Don’t Lie’
Summary: Austin Butler x Reader // You decide to try something new and surprise your boyfriend with a special request.
Warnings: NFSW 18+ only, thigh riding, smut with little to no plot, titty play, dirty talk, tickling, established relationship, language, fluff, bad puns.
Word count: 2k
Authors note: Welcome to my Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober, where I write one prompt each week of October. Thanks to @chestharrington for the great idea and for putting it together! I knew I couldn't commit to writing one fic each day, so this seemed like the perfect way to participate. Special thanks to @prompted-wordsmith for agreeing to write me a sentence prompt for each kink I chose 🩵 And thanks to Elvis who definitely messed with me while I was writing it and tried to get me to call Austin’s *ahem* “Coco” - just like we call his 🤭
Kink #1: Thigh riding
Prompt (via @prompted-wordsmith): “C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to.”
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Austin is drained after a long day of meetings, but when he walks in the front door to find you curled up on the couch, looking as cozy as he’s ever seen you, all of his exhaustion seems to just melt away. Glasses on and hair thrown up in a messy bun, wearing your favorite oversized Journey tee and fuzzy socks, you’re a sight for sore eyes, and it feels like he’s coming home in more ways than one. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and grinning like an idiot until you finally notice he’s there, looking up to return his smile.
“Hey you,” you say, setting aside your copy of Persuasion and stretching, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. You expect him to be sitting down beside you by the time you look up at him again, but he’s still just holding up the doorframe like it’s his job, his long and lean body casually slouched, his eyes dancing with a sort of mischief. You stick out your bottom lip, pouting a little, and make grabby hands at him. He chuckles and launches out of the doorway and towards you so quickly you don’t have time to prepare before he’s on top of you, tickling you without mercy. You squeal and thrash, trying to wiggle out from underneath him, but his long fingers dig into your ribs relentlessly. You can’t stop giggling long enough to get a word in edgewise but you do manage to wrap your legs around his waist and slide to the floor, dislodging his attack for a split second, which you use to crawl away from him, holding up a couch pillow in defense.
“Hey,” you say breathlessly. “Hey now, is that any way to treat someone who has a surprise for you?” Your hair has fallen out of its bun and hangs loosely around your shoulders, your eyes sparkle with laughter and your cheeks have the prettiest pink tint to them - Austin thinks you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen.
“Mmm…is that right, baby? You planning on giving me something extra special to end this day on a really good note?” He starts to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, his blonde curls mussed and standing on end after your tussle. He looks like the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but bite your lip to keep from laughing.
“Mm hmm…be a good boy, now, and you’ll get your treat.” His face flushes crimson and you stand, holding out your hand to him. He grabs it without hesitation, letting you pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. His hands are on your hips, squeezing gently and he whips you around the moment you’re near the bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You feel how excited he is already and your hands move grab his ass, pulling him closer to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving to your neck, starting to nibble softly there with his teeth. You let out a low whimper, your breath leaving your body in a rush as you melt into his touch and he feels you start to squirm a little against him. He smiles into your neck as he continues to kiss and nibble gently at the sweet spot just below your ear that he knows sends electric sparks shooting through your body.
“Babe,” you pant, and it takes everything in you to pull away, “the surprise…” He groans at the loss of contact but keeps his hand firmly planted on your hips. He cocks an eyebrow curiously at you, his mouth curving into a half-smile, his blue eyes deepening a shade darker to navy, his pupils already blown wide.
“It’s…actually two-fold, this surprise. So, first of all…” You take a step back, out of his reach, and grasp the edge of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head to reveal a new lingerie set. A sheer black bra and panties, edged with lace, cling to your curves and you bite your lip as you wait for his reaction. His eyes go wide as he takes you in, from head to toe and back again. You see his chest heave, drawing your eyes to that little bit of chest hair peeking out through his open collar and suddenly you need him naked. You almost forget that he hasn’t said anything yet.
“You are so goddamn sexy, babe,” Austin breathes as he closes the distance between you again, grinning as he looks at you and moves to kiss your lips, letting the passion slowly build as he kisses you languidly. His fingers brush across the silky skin of your back, making you shiver and he lets out a groan of pleasure as his hands begin to roam the soft curves and smooth skin of your body, like he can see you better if he feels you.
“You like it?” Your voice is expectant and a little breathless.
“Like it? Sweetheart, I love it. You're so fucking beautiful…and I'm gonna to show you just how much I like it right now...” His head dips to lick a long stripe up your throat and your breath catches. You grab onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.
“Babe, can we try something tonight?” You whisper, ducking your head a little. “I was thinking…that is I…want to…” you trail off, suddenly a little shy.
“You want to what, babe? You can tell me.” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts your chin with his finger, causing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Well…I think…” you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him down onto it gently to where he’s leaning against the headboard. “You’re here…and…bend this leg for me?” you say, tapping his right leg, and he obeys, bending it up and placing his foot flat on the bed. “And I want to…” you stop, suddenly shy again.
“You want to what, shy girl? Go on, whisper it in my ear.” Austin smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, causing you to lean over him, your ample chest in his face. You blush and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I want to ride your thigh…” you bite your lip and pull away, looking at him expectantly. Austin feels the air leave his body for just a moment and his heart starts to beat a little bit quicker. The blush on your cheeks and your timid smile, in contrast with the almost sinful lingerie you have on, does something to him.
“C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to,” he murmurs as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls you in for a heated kiss, grabbing some of your hair in his hands and pulling lightly. You moan and start to unbutton his shirt, as his hands make quick work of his pants. You help him shed his clothing until he’s naked and in position again, his cock straining and standing at attention. You can’t help but lean down to plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip and it waggles in appreciation. You giggle and his cheeks color slightly.
“One more thing,” you say with a chuckle.
“Ok, pretty girl, name it,” he says with laughter in his voice as well.
“Well…I know how much you love my ass. And I was thinking…what if I faced away from you? And we can watch each other in the mirror….” you trail off. Instead of a verbal answer, Austin just growls and pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling his thigh and facing away from him, settling his hands on your hips and leaning in to trail little kisses across your back.
“My inventive girl. I'm going to love seeing you this way.” His hands travel up from your hips and grab onto your breasts as he gently pinches your nipples, making you gasp and grind down on his thigh a little. “And seeing you watching me as I watch you...” He bites your shoulder and you grab onto his knee to steady yourself. Austin starts to kiss and nibble your back, his hands sliding up and down your body as he slowly makes his way to your hips again. He grips them tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You let a breath out as you feel his firm thigh beneath you, already pressing against your sensitive clit. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and a heated look passes between you. His face is filled with anticipation and he can see the pleasure you're already feeling.
“Alright, my princess, let's have some fun,” Austin says as he looks at you in the mirror, kissing your earlobe and nibbling that spot just below it to send a jolt through your body. You moan a little as you start to move on his thigh, the friction sending a shockwave through you. You’ve already soaked through the sheer panties you’re wearing, the wetness of the thin material only adding to your pleasure. Austin let’s his eyes travel down your body, stopping at your breasts as he moves his hands to cup them, kneading gently before slipping his fingers inside your bra, toying with your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He pulls your heavy breasts out of the bra completely, gripping one in each of his large hands. Your head arches back and you slide down his thigh, pressing harder, the slickness from your arousal easing your way.
You look at Austin in the mirror, his face clouded with lust and watching yours intently, his hands on your breasts, his hot breath panting heavily in your ear. Your eyes travel to your own face and are surprised to see how fucked out you look - your face is flushed, brows drawn together in concentration and your mouth parted wantonly. Something about seeing you and Austin entwined like this in the mirror sends a rush through you and you start to speed up your movements.
“That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Ride me good and hard. Put me away wet, just how I like it. Leave your cum smeared all over me. Soak me,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers pinching your nipples harder and that’s all you need to break apart, to push yourself that last little bit until you feel the familiar wave crest and wash over you as you come, squeezing your thighs together against his. Austin’s hands keep you from falling forward. Instead, he hauls you back again his chest, settling you in his lap as his arms wrap around you and your head rests on his shoulder, catching your breath.
“Jesus. Austin. That was…” you can’t finish your thought, still coming down from your high.
“Incredible,” he finishes for you, kissing your temple and smoothing the hair back from your forehead. “You trickster, you. Bet you had this whole thing planned, right down to the book you were pretending to read when I got home.” He squeezes your waist lightly, making you jump a little.
“Hey,” you say indignantly, “I never joke about Jane Austen.” You grin at him in the mirror. “But I’m glad I could surprise you, baby. End your day on thigh note,” you tease. He groans at your bad joke.
“Just for that, missy, looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” he whispers in your ear, before flipping you over on the bed, pinning you down and tickling you right in your ticklish spot. You yelp and giggle, but there’s no getting away this time.
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Tagging some Austin lovers who might be interested, since I don’t have an official tag list: @elvisabutler @butlersxbirdy @precious-little-scoundrel @jelliedonut @missmaywemeetagain @eliseinmemphis @slowsweetlove @purejasmine @prompted-wordsmith @austinsmutler @klizzie93 @burninlovebutler @steph-speaks @austiebuttbutt @areacodefan @stylespresleyhearted @austinstyles @blurredcolour @richardslady121 @joshuntildawn13
#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023#austin butler#austin butler smut#kinktober#kinktober 2023#austin butler fanfiction#austin butler fic#austin butler imagine#austin butler fantasy#austin butler x y/n#austin butler x you#austin butler x reader#written by ab4eva
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Impatience
[Kinktober Day 7 - Cockwarming] (Prompts from the lovely @kroas-adtam)
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Mountain/Dew
Featuring: Cockwarming. Bottoming from the top. Desperate Mountain. Unaffected Dew. Anal Sex.
Word Count: 768
Mountain pretends he's in charge. We all know he isn't.
Read it on AO3 or under the cut.
“Stop moving.”
Dew doesn’t. Not for a few more agonizing moments where Mountain is sure the soft impossible heat of Dew’s body will actually kill him. Then he settles down, settles in. Shoulder’s sagging with a soft huff of air that makes Mountain’s stomach twist.
He runs a hand up Dew’s spine. Curls it around the back of his neck, over baby hairs already gone sweaty.
“Dewdrop–”
“I was getting comfortable,” Dew retorts. He leans back against Mountain, melting into him. Mountain doesn’t have much of a choice but to allow it. To curl his arms around Dew’s waist. Pressing his back against his chest. The angle change is madness for Mountain. Tighter, somehow. An angle that makes him want to piston his hips up into Dew’s body. Makes him want to take. To break his own rules.
Dew closes his eyes, turns his head to rest his cheek against Mountain’s collarbone.
“Do it again and you can leave,” Mountain tries to sound tough. Like he means it. Dew humors him. Nods against his chest like he believes him. But there’s a lack of conviction in Mountain’s words. He can pretend that Dew wants this more than him.
That he’s annoyed. Doing Dew a favor by allowing him to sit on his cock. But they can both feel the tension in Mountain’s thighs. His stomach. Dew can no doubt feel the way Mountain’s cock twitches inside of him.
Dew feigns relaxed, easy. Mountain isn’t sure which of them will break first. He’s worried it might be him. He won’t send Dew away. Not now. Not after he watched Dew work himself open. Spread wide and exposed–a show that made Mountain’s mouth water. Not now that he’s buried to the hilt inside of that hot little body.
Dew clenches around him unconsciously. Little twitches and flutters from the pressure. Each one of them squeezes Mountain in all the right places. Makes him long to drive himself upward. To press his palm over the telltale bulge between Dew’s hip bones. To feel himself split Dew in half.
Dew’s supposed to be the one sweating. The one begging. The one who wanted to get fucked so badly he’d settle for this–just being stuffed full. But Dew’s breath is even. Eyes closed. Relaxed.
Mountain feels like he’s going insane. Like one wrong move, one twitch, and he’s going to dig his fingers into Dew’s hips and fuck him into next week.
He could. He’s supposed to be in charge here after all. He can do whatever he wants. But he has the strangest sense that he should be asking for permission. That somehow everything has flipped and Dew is the one who gets to decide when Mountain lets loose. When he’s allowed to fuck the ghoul currently lounging on his lap.
Mountain drags his eyes away from Dew’s lax face and back to the TV. To a documentary about bees he’s been dying to watch for months. Now that they’re home from tour he has time. He thought it was a good idea. Something to distract him without fail from the way he and Dew are connected.
It isn’t working.
“Relax,” Dew purrs. Breath hot against Mountain’s throat. Dew reaches back, arm curling up so his hand can slip into Mountains’ hair. Dew tips his head up, pulls Mountain’s down, and then they’re kissing.
It starts soft and easy. The slow glide of their lips. Lazy. Dew licks at the seam of Mountain’s lips and he opens his mouth for Dew’s tongue. Swimming in the taste of him, the feel of him. He melts into it and Dew pulls back, settling his head back down. Fingers still scratching gently against Mountain’s scalp.
“I can’t,” Mountain admits finally. Wanting to chase Dew’s mouth, wanting to shove him forward, press his face into the mattress and fuck him.
Dew’s other hand smooths over Mountain’s trembling thigh. “Thought you didn’t need it. Thought you were doing me a favor.”
Dew throws Mountain’s own words back at him with practiced ease.
“I am.”
“No, you want it. So why don’t you just take it?”
Mountain closes his eyes. He holds Dew a little tighter. Long arms wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into the spaces beneath his ribs.
Dew wiggles, manages to get a good roll of his hips, and then another. Until he’s moving in earnest. Mountain’s hands go slack on Dew’s sides and Dew starts to bounce.
“Sit still,” Mountain growls.
Dew laughs, bounces harder. Free from Mountain’s grip he rolls his hips on each downstroke, taking exactly what he wants.
“No.”
#comet writes#kinktober#kinktober 2023#ghostober#ghostober 2023#Mountain/Dew#Mountain/Dewdrop#Dewdrop/Mountain#Ghost fic#Ghost fan fiction#'ghost band fanfiction#ghost band fanfic#ghost band fic#ghost fanfiction#the band ghost fanfiction#ghost fic#the band ghost fic#yes yes I'm a handful of days behind#I'll either catch up#or I won't
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F🔪CK AROUND & FIND OUT
pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (she/her) reader
warnings: 18+ content, nsfw, mdni; dark smut themes, bargaining, life/death scenario, noncon/dub-con, hair pulling, knife play, predator & prey, oral, penetration, degradation kink, choking, etc.
inspiration: @chestharrington's lazy ghoul's kinktober → week three: anonymous sex
word count: ~4.5k
note: y'all thought i'd get through a kinktober without my mans?! naaaahhh; note note ~ please check out the warnings & take care of yourself, the pairing is 18+ & based on my version of eddie "ghost face" munson
note note note ~ ~ a lil'borrow from @munsonify's delicious moodboard
“You locked your door, right?”
A swift roll of your eyes and your hand reaches for the dead bolt. The lock clicks to the left as you tuck your phone between your cheek and shoulder, landing your back against the front door.
“Jenny, it’s locked,” you mumble between chews of your gum. “I don’t know why you’re taking this whole serial killer thing seriously. The police aren’t talking about it.” Your voice dwindles on as you await common sense to fill your best friend.
“Hmph.”
“Oh, come on! It’s just a story,” you groan out. Annoyance filled to the brim. “I heard the fraternity boys make a story every year. No one’s going around killing people on Halloween.”
A sigh comes clear through the other line. You don’t understand how your friend could hear the story and be genuinely terrified. The first time you heard the story, you laughed at its bullshit. The simple coincidence of the twentieth anniversary of the Hawkin’s Diner Massacre and now somehow the serial killer returns? Bull.
“Still, you shouldn’t be alone,” she whines. “And missing your first Halloween on campus is unforgivable.”
“Ooo, add it to the list,” you taunt. “Adios weirdo!” You chuckle to yourself while crashing back onto the couch. You swing your legs over the armrest as your head is carried by a stack of decorative pillows. “I’ll meet you at the coffee shop tomorrow. We can talk about how we survived the night.”
Jenny scoffs before adding, “Alright, bye loser.” A smile sprawls across your face as you hang up the phone. Not a single care in the world before gently dropping it on the carpet beside you.
You quickly reach out to the coffee table. Fingers curl around the plastic of the remote. As your thumb hovers over the “on” button, you hear a scratching sound from down the hallway. You roll your eyes, another round of annoyance before you can rest and watch your sitcoms.
“Pablo!” you call out. “I just took you out 15 minutes ago.” Pablo, the poodle, doesn’t care in the slightest if you finally got to sit down - he needs to go.
Slumping your body off the couch, you groan and gripe while stomping down the hallway. Halfway through the creaking wooden floor, you can’t help but notice your cute, little pup wasn't meeting you in the kitchen doorway like usual.
With a voice filled with confusion, you call out, “Pabs, come here boy!”
You cross the kitchen doorway, landing your bare feet against the cold tiled floor. You hear his familiar patter against the wood as he rushes to meet you. You expect him to come through the dining room’s doorway, but the soft noise comes from behind. You slowly turn to see him back at the end of the hallway, staring you down from the living room.
Panic rips through you as you hurriedly twist your body to look at the door. Between the boxed window panes, you see a white glistening mask smile back at you as a black robed arm reaches for the door knob. You watch as it knob twists and turns, back and forth.
Without wasting a second, you rush around the corner. Feet slamming upon the floor as you feel your heart beating hard against your chest. Your hand reaches for the railing before swinging up the staircase.
Five steps in and you hear glass shatter. All you cared about was getting to your parent’s room, to the walk-in closet, to the safe beneath your father's shoe rack, to the shotgun already loaded and waiting for you. Cortisone seeps into your bloodstream. Your heart races, spreading the hormone thick and true throughout your body. You can feel your chest heaving, breaths filled with both sobs and exhaustion.
You can hear bundled steps, hurried and frantic behind you, but you’ve only gotten to your parent’s bedroom. You rush through, slamming the closet door back against the dresser. Your fingers dance, twisting the dial as you struggle to see through your tears.
Quick to the right and you hit the number 10, turning it back you hear the click of the safe once reaching 78. You can also hear him coming, but you desperately try to push that from your mind. Push away those muffled steps rushing against the carpet as he enters the bedroom. You turn the dial once more, all you need is the number 3, it's right there - you’re so close…
The black cloaked attacker digs their fingers into the top of your scalp, pulling against strands of your hair until you are on the other side of the closet. Your eyes return back to the ghostly face already splattered with blood across its chin.
Your eyesight becomes blurry as tears begin to flood your cheeks. Your body cowers into itself, knees up to your chest and arms wrapped around them. You hesitantly peer from your knees to see the shine of a knife reflecting your face.
“Please!” you scream with your hands covering your face.
You tremble beyond your fingers to see that the serrated knife has paused right before your face. The blade is only an inch or two from your eyes. Death, a mere second away and you can do nothing.
The blackened form has now kneeled beside you. A frightening mask beaming its smile at you with a curious tilt of its head. “Please!” you plead. “I just … just tell me what you need! Is it money? W-we have money!”
The person behind the mask groans as they slam the knife into the carpet right beside your left foot. You yelp, squeezing into yourself. Your body trembling, terrified to move - to upset them in any way.
“It’s all about money with you people isn’t it?!”
The voice is alarmingly loud. It’s textured, deep in timbre, and slightly familiar. The man, undoubtedly so, leans into your face. He pulls the knife between you both causing another round of tears to fall like a river against your pinking cheeks.
The tip of the knife is pressed into your chin, guiding it up as it tickles against your neck. “There’s no amount of money that will save you now, little girl,” he whispers eerily. The blade digs into your chin, cutting against your flesh.
“Please,” you sob out. “Don’t kill me. God, please!”
“God can’t help you now.”
“Please! I’ll do anything. Please,” you cry. Your hand hesitantly reaches for his groin. Offering the man the last thing you could give, the last thing you could imagine he would want.
But he just watches you.
His mask digging against his chest as he peers down at you. Tears still falling through your lashes, you grab a tighter hold of the mass beneath his black jeans. You apply light pressure, only being firm in pulsating bursts. You can feel him hardening beneath you. It is enough leeway that you gain the courage to raise your eyes up to his masked face.
Struggling to speak, the words fall out broken and breathy. “Anything…” The ghostly mask is slow and steady as it tilts its head to the right. His hand violently falls to your wrist, pulling your hand from him.
You stare at him with horror in your eyes. This is it. He’s going to kill you. His grip tightens painfully around your wrist. You’ve tried everything. There’s nothing left to do…
“Anything?” He says as he rips your arm up. You stand, yelping in pain as he throws your arm back against the wall. He whispers, “Do you want it?” His dark, sunken eyes bare into you. There’s nothing there. They are empty, devoid of life and yet, it asks if you want it…
“Yes,” you blurt.
The ghost pushes against you, pinning you against the wall as he slides into the space beside your neck. You can feel the plastic of the mask pull at strands of your hair. You can hear a sniff as he gently raises off the chin of the plastic and rests a thick, warm tongue against your skin. You quiver as you feel his slick swarm up to your earlobe.
Your hand reaches for something, anything to get him off of you. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. You can feel your hairs prickle to their ends as you squeeze your eyes close. Your fingers brush against a hardened surface, hard and leathery. You feel the thick platform of one of your mother’s heels. Your fingers wrap around it before you can think.
Whack!
You hit it over his head, causing him to fumble and fall beside you. You take the opportunity to run out of the closet without skipping a beat. Your dad always told you to have a baseball bat under your bed - hopefully he follows through on his own advice. You fall to your knees and dig under your father’s side of the bed. You feel the curve of the wood at your fingertips, the joy in knowing that you were almost free from this horror show.
Just for your attacker’s hands to tangle into your hair again and knock you back harshly against your elbows. He crouches down in front of you, holding his hand flush against your neck as he squeezes between his thumb and index finger. Your body unsure of whether to prioritize your breathing or the sobs rising from your chest.
“I only want someone who wants it,” he growls. He takes a breath before continuing in a softer voice, “So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want it?”
You pause to seriously consider the notion. Are you really about to give yourself, wholly, to someone you don’t know? Some freak behind a mask? Someone who just held a knife against your throat? And why does this sound oddly familiar to the beginning of your favorite porno?
“Is that the only way I’ll get out of here alive?”
The masked man laughs maniacally. A laugh that seems almost eerily familiar. Not the laugh of someone in her life now, but of someone from her past.
“Fuck around and find out.”
His words haunt you. It sends shivers down your spine. It creates a vomit inducing whirlwind in the pit of your stomach. What are you about to do…
“Yes, I want it,” you mutter under your breath with eyes glued to the carpet before you.
“On your knees.”
With a trembling lip, you push off of your elbows and land upon your knees. You place your hands in your lap as you see him move in your peripherals. Only then do you grow the courage to raise your gaze.
With his back turned, he slowly pulls down the black cloak wrapped around his body. With each tug of the cloth, a new area of skin is exposed. A skin that is pale, almost like he hasn’t seen the light of day.
He bends over to crash his knife against your parent’s bedside table. His body is thin, but muscular around the hips. Little dimples shining back at you just above his waist. A solid black line tattooed thick and a foot long curved around his ribcage. Little small indents between each and every rib.
He turns around with a swift twist and your eyes pull from him, fearful of the white, distorted face. You can see that he still keeps that mask on, even though you know what he’s about to have you do. One of the most intimate things you can do with a person and you won’t even see his face.
He rushes to grab the knife, seemingly upset with your wandering gaze. He pushes the tip against your chin once more, forcing your eyes upon him. He stands before you, sunken in forward-hanging hips. His chest is riddled with tattoos, filled with frightening spiders and demons that have you wondering exactly who you are kneeling before. His knife guides you closer to his crotch.
“Take them off,” he whispers, a new and terrifying voice.
Your hands slowly reach for his belt. He huffs with satisfaction as he abruptly pulls the knife from you, dropping it back against the table. You keep your eyes on the patch of hair trailing down his lower stomach.
Your body moves, detached and robotic, as you grab hold of the belt’s tongue. You push it back, unhooking it from its buckle. The black, tight textured leather pushes slightly off the tips of your fingers. Your lips begin to quiver as you pull the belt around his waist and his hips draw further forward.
You can see how his abdomen shifts with each breath. Shuddered and quick, almost like he wasn’t able to catch enough air. Was he nervous too?
With delicate hands, you twist the button through his black jeans. You can hear a weak exhale as the denim opens and spreads against the growing mass beneath. The heat resonates off of it and you begin to feel dizzy.
His breath is officially shaky and loud. Your fingers slowly curve around the band of his dark red boxers. There, you can see where the happy trail leads you. A light brown cloud of curls that makes you light headed and forces dirty, regretful thoughts to emerge. You pull just a little further, just to see a little more - just before his haunting grip wraps around your wrist once again.
“Ow,” you utter under your breath. This time you raise your eyes to him without hesitation. He stares back at you with a hand slowly floating to your face just before he presses his thumb against your lips. He is gentle, the first instance of soft touch, as he drags it across your mouth.
He quickly digs his thumb against your lower gum before pulling upon your lower lip. You let out a squeak, pain strikes your mouth as the tiny, little vein stretches between your gums and inner lip.
“Get this off, now.”
He rips his hand from your mouth, dropping your lip from his grasp. You run your tongue against your bottom lip, tasting the smallest bit of copper. You straighten up your back as you hook your fingers into his waistline. You tug his jeans and boxers, skinny and tight, down to his knees. He drops back onto the bed with legs wide and slightly bouncing as he shakes his pants down to his ankles.
You try to keep a straight face as you watch his cock flip back against his stomach. Swallowing hard, you place your hands at his upper thighs. You could feel him shuddering away from your touch. You were almost unsure if you were doing the right thing. If you had wildly misread the entire situation. Your eyes fall upon him, wanting some reassurance. He gives you a nod to continue.
You can feel yourself melting at the sight. A staff so incredibly stiff, standing at attention and waiting for your unholy lips to wrap around them. The warm pooling sensation tickling your clit feels sinful, feels wrong. Shouldn’t you be afraid?
And yet, you’re excited.
You catch yourself squeezing your knees tightly against each other. Your fingers rest at his base, feeling the firm vein throb beneath your fingertips. His breath hitches with every touch. You can tell that he struggles to keep his knees wide enough for your tits to press into the mattress between them.
You lick your lips as your eyes ogle over his length. Your fingers wrap around it and can barely meet each other on the other side. Frankly, a part of you wondered if it would fit - if you’d be able to hold your breath long enough. The other part was excited for the challenge.
Your fingers slowly begin to explore the tight skin. To feel every crevice and try your best not to imagine it inside. You pull back against his foreskin, revealing the head beneath. There you could see the translucent bead of precum awaiting your drooling tongue.
Without hesitation, you press the flesh of your tongue against his slit. You soak up the salty surprise while involuntarily squeezing his base. You can feel him pulling away, almost as though he was pushing off the bed - but you had him right where you wanted him.
Your thumb brushes against his slit, begging for just one more drop. Your hips are flush against the side of the mattress.You can feel them begin to grind against its firmness, around the same time you lower your lips around its head.
A soft, little groan floats in the air between you. His breath hitching with each and every lick. His body quivering beneath you, begging you for more. He clears his throat, hiding his moans as he tenderly grinds his waist against you.
The ghost of a man digs into the mattress with all of his weight. His breath is hot and harsh. His legs and abdomen grow tense beneath you. Silence fills the air as you flick your tongue around his head. A soft gentle stroke against his base.
You hollow your cheeks, taking him in. Your body begins to crave it. The memories of what happened just before gradually begin to dissipate with each suck. All you know now is what is before you. A twitching rod that perfectly fills your mouth.
Your eyes close with lashes fluttering beneath furrowed brows. Your hand works in tandem with your swallowing mouth. Your other hand lightly rubbing a thumb against his \ sack. You can feel yourself digging against the mattress. Your grip tightening. Your body moving as a never ending wave.
Everything is working with each other. You lose yourself. You’re not thinking of anything but him. Anything but making those sweet little moans come back.
After taking in a harsh breath, he smacks his lips and entangles his fingers through your hair. He grips onto a bundle of strands, applying pulsating pulls that fit along with your throbbing cunt. “God, just like that,” he mewls. His own hips slowly growing in strength as he ruts against your face. The movement now afflicts him, as you both create an ongoing wave of pleasure.
Everything about who or what he is falls away.
“Shhhit, fucking shit.”
Your pressure becomes harder and faster in rhythm. Your teeth gently press against the curve of his head. Your fingers rub against his perineum, spreading circles as his body shakes and quivers. “J - Just like that, don’t fucking stop,” he yells out, practically cracking his voice.
But his grip suddenly turns harsh as he pulls against that bundle of hair. You hum in pain, but continue taking him in. Taking in as much as you can before gagging against his engorged cock. Any time you pull away, you can see the strands of saliva connecting you both.
“Don’t you fucking stop, you whore.”
Both hands are suddenly gripping harshly against the back of your head. His hips thrusting up, strong and forceful. You can hear yourself choking against him while struggling to breathe. He holds you there, pressed down until he rips you away. You fall back onto your elbows once more, completely knocked off balance and gasping for breath.
You are reminded of the danger once more. Of who you are with, but this time fear doesn’t strike your heart.
You drag the back of your hand against your swollen lips. He pushes off the mattress swift and smooth. His hands now digging against the bones of your hips. Once getting a good grip, he throws you face first against the sturdy bed. His entire body is hot against you.
You feel the knife cool against your skin, just before he hooks it up and rips a slit down your shirt. You can feel him hard against your shorts, beginning to fit against you like a key. Suddenly, you feel kisses upon your lower back. You raise your head, trying to grab a glimpse but his large hands smash your face against the mattress. A brutal, “No” rings through the air.
His fingers dig into your waistline, ripping the shorts off of you until you rest ass up and on your knees once again. His hands press against your inner thighs, pushing your knees farther apart while keeping you stable against the top of the bed. His hand grips against the curve of your ass, holding it tight before slapping the muscle and watching it bounce. You jerk at the sensation. A white hot feeling runs through your chest creating a floating sensation.
You want this, oh god, do you want this.
He rips each side of your panties without hesitation. His thumb flush against your freshly bare clit as he rubs little circles that cause eyes to roll back into your head. You moan against the blanket as you grind your hips backwards onto him. Little taunting circular motions, begging him for his dick.
He pushes a finger inside of you before laying his chest flush against your back. You gasp as you feel him curl against your g-spot. He leans into your ear and you can feel the flickers of soft hair against your upper back.
“Tight for daddy,” he coos in a way that makes you clench around his thick finger. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.”
“I need your cock. Please, please,” your begs are genuine as you feel the tensing pressure of him tickling your bumpy spot. He pushes your head against the mattress with just the right amount of force.
“You can do better than that. Beg for it like you begged for your life.”
“Please, please. I’ll do anything. Please fuck me. It hurts, and I need you to make me feel better. Please you can’t leave me like this.” Your body is aggressively grinding back as you cry out for him, forcing his finger in and out of you with each of your movements.
You can feel his breath hitch as his other hand digs crescent shaped moons around your waist. “Good girl.” You hear the rip of a wrapper as you lean into your elbows. You wish you could be free, free of this clothing. It is unbearably hot. You wish you could see him, mask and all, just to have your tits exposed for him - for him to put them in his mouth.
Slowly, you feel pressure against your opening. His rather large head pushing, spreading your lips and soaking in your juices. Despite how delicate his hands are, he bottoms out within you in one solid swoop. Only the slightest bit of discomfort, seeing as he got you nice and wet before exploring your insides.
You scream, louder than you’ve ever allowed yourself to be with another person. A scream of pleasure. You can feel his hand thick against your spine as he props himself up by using you as a base. His thrusts are slow, dragging against every single part of your gummy walls.
“Fuuuucck,” he whimpers. “God, you feel so good.”
Gradually, his pacing becomes rapid and rampant. You can feel yourself almost giving in, giving in to the red hot of your body and wanting to watch from above. A level of pleasure that you have never reached before - now, never wanting to leave.
He falls against your back again with a hand now thickly entangled within your hair. He pulls you back, tilting your head to bring your face closer to his own. He bends down to whisper, “I need to hear you. I need everyone to hear you.”
His rhythm is quick and steady. It causes butterflies to flutter across your chest and down your arms. You cry out, fumbling the words, begging for more from your new god. God of sex, god of pleasure, god of ecstacy. How does he know exactly where to touch you to make your nipples harden and feel ripples of goose bumps across your skin? How could two bodies that have never touched before fit so perfectly into each other?
You lean back against his cock, sliding in and out of you. Forcing your opening to tighten even more, desperate not to let him go. “Oh - just like that. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you fucking stop doing that. God…” his voice drowns out.
Your entire body feels on fire. A pit in your stomach and you need to burst, but you couldn’t - not without him. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiit,” you whine as you press your forehead against the mattress. “Harder!” You demand, and he does just that.
His hands grip around you, holding you right where he wants you before slapping you back harsh against his hip bones. Little bit of pain, but what’s pleasure without it? “Oh god, yes,” you cry out. Your voice whimpering as eyes roll to the back of your head. “God, fuck yes!”
He rips at your hair, pulling you back to look up to the ceiling as he fucks you silly. Your back arching against his sweaty chest. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth is gaping, begging for anything. Your hips rutting as he flickers deep within you. “Don’t stop - don’t you fucking stop,” he says with a quivering voice.
“I’m gonna - “ he yells out. “Oh, oh, god. Oh god.” His voice hitches at the very end, right when you feel him press harshly against your hips and hold you there. Your entire body begins to spasm. All dams now cracked and destroyed as your walls squeeze around him.
You can feel him twitching inside you, bursting with ecstasy. You can feel his hand at the base of your spine before he slowly pulls from you. You clench and gripe, not wanting him to leave - to just stay inside filling you with his cum.
As he pulls out of you, you roll over, feeling the warmth begin to drip down your bum. Hoping to catch just a glimpse but he is already facing the wall. Somehow the mask already on. He pulls up his jeans, resting them lazily against his hip bones. He reaches for his knife, holding it in his hand as he turns back to you.
“I won’t say anything,” falls from your lips faster than you’d like. You raise your hands to your side, taking quick breaths as nerves ripple throughout you. “If you promise to come back.” The words fall soft and sweet. You are completely genuine and, truly, not yet ready for him to leave.
Your masked murderer, now a new favorite fuck buddy. A dick worth dreaming about. A dick worth waiting for.
He rushes you, hand to neck, digging his hips into you. His knife shines beside your face as he twists it. The act no longer causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You lean into it, wanting him - all of him. He lightly drags it against your cheeks, down your jaw, neck, collar bone, leaving no marks in its place.
Once it hooks against the hem of your shirt, his hand grabs at your collar before slicing his knife down the middle of your shirt and revealing the bra beneath. You breath hitches, only slightly expecting to be killed on the spot, but now completely infatuated with how much he continues to surprise you.
With a swift clip, he swings his knife at the pretty little bow between the cups of your bra - revealing your nipples as the cloth falls past your waist. He drags the blade against your sternum before tracing circles around the flesh of your breast and nipples.
“I promise.”
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coming up next sunday → week three: bondage with spencer reid
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Are you an artist or writer who can’t commit to 31 straight days of smutty fanfic?
Do you still want to contribute to the kinktober spirit and share your art and writing with your communities?
Then Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober is for you!
FAQs below the cut :)
What is it?
Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober is an abridged version of the traditional Kinktober prompt list. I made this prompt list because I love to write, but get afflicted by burnout and writers block easily, so I wanted to make something more accessible. Rather than committing to 31 separate fanfics or art pieces, you’ll chose at least one prompt a week.
This list was specifically made to start tame and work up to more intense topics as the month progresses, while also avoiding major triggers such as noncon, CNC, and dubcon.
What if I want to do more than one prompt a week?
Go for it! This prompt list was made to work for you! If you want to write or draw all four prompts, or none at all, that’s A-OK.
How do I participate?
Just post each week of October! You could also repost this prompt list to spread the word, but that’s not required :) if you want, tag all of your works with #LazyGhoulsKinktober2023 so we can check out each others’ works!
I’m so excited to get writing and see what you guys can create! Please reach out with any questions or concerns!
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Kinktober, day 1. High sex.
Pairing: Zephyr/Mountain/Phantom
Words: 1,100
Contains: Spit roasting, shotgunning, intox play (i mean obv), sort of objectification if you squint
Summary: Zephyr and Mountain share a blunt and a Phantom.
Starting off kinktober strong - huge shout out to @kroas-adtam for pulling this together I'm excited <33
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Full.
Phantom felt full, fuller than he'd ever been. Even as his lungs screamed to swell and draw breath, devoid of oxygen or relief, their emptiness was a concern best kept at the back of his mind.
Though as if sensing his lungs silent plea, Zephyr's lithe fingers drifted from their place on his waist. Skating along the curve of his spine as graceful as they'd ever moved, Phantom could feel the burning cry simmer to a subtle heat at best. Not entirely satiated but quieted for the moment.
He moaned lowly, appreciative as he could manage around the girth of Mountain's cock stretching his jaw to its limit. With it sat right before the point it'd make him gag, dripping pre down his throat, Phantom couldn't offer up much more sound than that. Mountain's hand had abandoned his hair at some point, no longer guiding him, Phantom couldn't make himself move. His arms were barely keeping him upright. He didn't trust them to support much shift in weight but Zephyr did the work he couldn't. Every lazy thrust forward sent him nearly gagging around another inch of the earth ghoul.
Phantom blinked slowly, sluggishly, to clear the blur of tears away as he heard Mountain's lighter click uselessly. Only putting off sparks much to his chagrin.
"Dew's never around when you need him." Mountain grumbled as the sparks finally caught, and behind him Zephyr laughed.
"You're the one too stubborn to buy a new lighter, sapling." They pointed out as their nails dug into his hip, tone bored enough it hardly sounded like they were balls deep in him. Something so unnaturally calm about them as they pistoned forward again, cock dragging against the most sensitive parts of his inner walls. Phantom made a weak muffled sound. "Don't tell me you're going to hog this joint too."
"If you want me to share you just gotta ask baby."
The earthy scent was strong and thick in the room, windows and doors shut tight, leaving the smoke with nowhere to go but straight to his head. Phantom hated admitting to being a lightweight but he had next to no tolerance, a single joints worth of secondhand smoke left him dizzy. He didn't know if he could blame the floaty sensation on the weed outright, the two older ghouls and their actions certainly weren't helping him keep to solid ground. The haze behind his eyes, while mostly artificial, was entirely their fault. He dared to suspect the smoke to be purposeful, a ploy to ease him from his typical shy demeanor. Inhibitions were easy to forget when they'd effectively hollowed him out, emptied out just to be filled again to their liking.
Mountain inhaled deeply and settled an encouraging hand on the back of his head, and he did his best to let his jaw go slack like they'd taught him.
"That's it bug…" He exhaled and scratched lightly at his scalp. Just when he thought his head couldn’t get fuzzier the mere semblance of praise sent him further. "Just breathe through your nose, know you can take it. Taken more of me before, haven't you?" Mountain chuckled, laughter low and rich as honey.
"And he takes you so well...Don't you wisp?" Zephyr purred as they bottomed out. Skin to skin they spread his cheeks apart to watch the way his body clenched around them, groaning aloud. "Fuck you're still so tight, starting to think you don't want me to last."
Part of him doesn't. He selfishly wanted to feel the way their cock swells at the base, wanted them to tease him with the stretch of their knot before spilling hot and sticky inside of him. The idea alone makes his toes curl with excitement...But part of him does want it to last. Phantom had grown so accustomed to this state that his aching jaw was almost entirely forgotten. Masked behind a wall of bliss that ran vein deep, made his blood run hot and his muscle turn to puddy. Pliant barely described how he felt. Truly content to remain a shared toy between them, an afterthought if they wanted him to be, as long as he stayed stuffed full of cock he couldn't care less.
Above him, the joint changed hands and Phantom sank further along Mountain's shaft.
He could imagine the way Zephyr's lips closed around it, the red glow of the cherry as it burned away for them, pinched carefully between their fingers. He could also imagine the ruby tinged stare Mountain fixes them with, soft and nothing short of pure adoration, as well as the smile that surely split his face. He'd spent so long watching them watch each other. Fallen in love with how they loved one another, and how beautiful it was to love something and have it love you in return.
Fingers tangled through the back of his hair and he briefly debated how sweaty his curls must have felt before he's pulled. Phantom mewls sadly as he's tugged off Mountain's cock, eyes glued to it as the earth ghoul takes to stroking himself.
When did they swap the joint back?
Zephyr's other hand rested loose around the base of his throat while the other remained twisted in his hair. Seeing them, they're not as composed as they sounded, lip bitten red in an attempt to remain stoic.
The angle is different. New. And lets them fuck into the part of him they'd yet to seemingly mold around the shape of their dick. One thrust had his mouth falling open, his head tipping back to their shoulder, and they smiled coyly.
Smoke spilled out from between their teeth before they moved to catch his lips. It's hardly a kiss, but Phantom melts into it all the same, stomach swooping low with desire. Licking both the shallow moan and smoke from their mouth made his cock twitch. It kicks despite the hours of neglect. Still stood at attention and dripping onto the sheets, he almost reached for it until they abandoned his lips abruptly.
They pressed a warm, sweet kiss to his temple before they forced him back down to the mattress by the back of the neck. His head spun as he caught himself on his elbows. Mountain laughed again and cupped his jaw, lifting his face up to rub the wet head of his cock to his pink and swollen lips.
Phantom glanced up to his wide crooked smile as he pressed back into the heat of his mouth, smoke trickling out as Mountain moved to fill him once more.
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Kinktober 2023
written following @chestharrington ‘s Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober 2023 prompt list
Week One
Prompt: Thigh Riding
Pairing: Touchstone (As You Like It 1996)/Original Male Character
Warnings: D/s undertones, somewhat dubious consent
Wordcount: 1.3k
Summary:
Touchstone, being the obedient companion of Prince Elijah, always follows His every command. So, naturally, when he's ordered to take a seat upon the Prince's lap he complies, though the closeness makes him shiver. However, what happens next will do more to him than just that.
Tags:
Thigh Riding, Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober 2023, Employer/Employee (Sorta), Begging, Slight Fluff
(fic below the cut)
Sit On My Lap
Touchstone was happily kneeling beside the Prince's chair in His chambers, when he was startled by the Prince suddenly speaking.
“Come here, Touchstone,” the Prince instructed gently, patting His thigh to invite the jester to sit on His lap. Touchstone immediately understood what the Prince wanted, and quickly complied. The closeness had him blushing furiously, but he was so obedient he wouldn't dare try to argue with His Majesty, so he stayed quiet.
“Good boy,” the Prince praised. Touchstone thought his face couldn't get any redder, but when he heard what the Prince said he turned crimson. The Prince slowly wrapped an arm around Touchstone, and this made the jester's face turn bordeaux. Touchstone could barely think, all that was going through his head was that he was sitting on Prince Elijah’s lap.
Then, suddenly, Elijah shifted Touchstone's weight so that the jester was straddling His thigh instead. Touchstone's brain instantly short-circuited as his face somehow got even redder. Touchstone was about to protest when the Prince started bouncing the leg the jester was on.
“M-Majesty, what are you- mh…” Touchstone tried to ask, but his body betrayed him and started feeling good. A little too good, the jester thought as he involuntarily moaned and grabbed at the Prince's shirt, his whimpering muffled by His Majesty's chest as Touchstone buried his face in it.
“M-Majestah! Majesty! I- mh! This- this is i-inappropriate!” Touchstone finally managed to cry in between whines, but deep inside he felt so, so good. The jester wanted to beg for more, for mercy, for release, but he knew that he wasn't allowed to because it was inappropriate. So there he sat, desperately trying to ignore the pleasure he felt, barely even able to breathe properly, when Elijah gently placed His hand on Touchstone's lower back and carefully pulled him further up on His thigh.
“Go on, darling, give in. Doesn't it feel good? Don't you want more?” The Prince cooed sweetly, gently stroking Touchstone's hair with His hand as His other arm tightened around the jester's waist, holding him flush against the His chest.
Touchstone was overwhelmed by the stimulation of Elijah’s thigh against his most sensitive areas and the Prince's tender words, and could only whine softly in response, his hands still clutching the Prince's shirt as his face was buried into His chest. The poor jester couldn't even think about anything other than the wonderful feeling of his beloved Prince touching him in that way, so he finally obeyed His instructions and let go, wantonly rolling his hips into Elijah’s bouncing thigh and moaning freely as his grip on the Prince’s shirt tightened even more.
“Do you like it, darling? Go on, tell me how good you're feeling,” Elijah purred into Touchstone's ear. Touchstone gave a shuddering gasp when He did that, swallowing hard before speaking.
“Mmh… s-so good, M-Majesty,” the jester whimpered, his voice small and muffled by Elijah's chest.
Elijah smirked and started bouncing his leg faster, relishing the high-pitched whines it elicited from Touchstone. The jester was finally enjoying himself fully, moaning in pure pleasure as the Prince bounced his leg faster and faster, his hands balled up in little fists as he continued to clutch Elijah's shirt, half not to fall and half for moral support to reassure him that he was allowed to feel the pleasure he was being given.
About fifteen minutes later, Touchstone was writhing in Elijah's lap, teetering on the edge of an explosive climax. Elijah hadn't stopped moving his leg nor slowed down once, providing Touchstone with a constant stimulation that soon proved to be almost too much for the jester's small body. Touchstone was barely hanging in there, only resisting the urge to finish because of his unwavering desire to please and obey his master.
“Mah… M-Majesty, I- mh! I'm g-going…going t-to-” the jester stammered between moans, barely able to speak, when Elijah interrupted him with a little peck on his lips. Touchstone immediately shut up, his mind swirling with thoughts of the filthiest kind as his face turned a somehow even brighter shade of red.
“Are you close, darling?” Elijah purred against Touchstone's cheek as He quickened his leg's movement. Touchstone immediately reacted to the feeling by squirming and whining in pleasure, whole body trembling as he was quickly brought to the edge of his orgasm.
“Ma- Majesty, ple-ease, don't- don't stop,” the jester cried, tears forming in his eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling. Elijah didn't reply, but instead He kissed Touchstone again, except that this time it wasn't just a peck, but a fully fledged make out session, tongue included. Touchstone froze at first, but then he immediately melted into the kiss, even going so far as to shyly kiss back.
Touchstone was most definitely aware of how inappropriate this all was, but in that moment he didn't care a single bit. Another minute or two and he would go back to being Prince Elijah's shy, faithful companion, but in that particular moment he was the Prince’s own personal plaything, and he couldn't have been happier. The jester just wanted to beg for release, but he didn't dare part the beautiful kiss they were sharing. When it was Elijah who eventually pulled away for air that Touchstone realized just how close he was to climaxing.
“Mah…Mahjestyyy… pleah! Please… I- I want- I n-need- ah! M-may I…” Touchstone stammered, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Elijah simply reacted by slowly sliding his hand down the jester's back all the way to Touchstone's hip, gently squeezing the jester's side in an affectionate manner.
“It's alright, darling, you may finish,” Elijah cooed sweetly as Touchstone squirmed.
Touchstone was this close, he could feel the pressure of his orgasm building up in his pelvic area. He could barely hold back anymore so, with one final wail, he gave in and came, legs shaking and arms instinctively wrapping around Elijah for support.
“That's it, good boy,” Elijah praised, gently rubbing his back and whispering sweet encouragement. Touchstone finished and immediately slumped forward into Elijah's arms, body spent, and buried his face into Elijah's chest once again, inhaling His scent.
“Th*ah*…th-thank you… M-Majesty,” Touchstone whimpered into Elijah's chest as he snuggled closer to the Prince, desperate for closeness in his vulnerable state. The Prince shifted Touchstone’s weight again, now seating the jester on both of His legs, and hugged him tightly, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.
“No need to thank me, sweetheart. Now just relax,” Elijah purred sweetly into the jester’s forehead while rubbing his back lovingly.
“I’d, um… go b-back to the floor, if you l-like, Majesty…” Touchstone whispered, not really wanting to part from his beloved Prince but realizing just how inappropriate the whole thing was and not wanting to risk Elijah getting into trouble because of him.
“Not yet, my darling. I love holding you close like this,” Elijah cooed, his lips curling into a warm, tender smile, which widened as he felt the jester finally relax into the hug.
“Thank you, Majesty,” Touchstone mumbled, and relaxed. He was tired after the whole thing, and he seemed ready to fall asleep. Elijah noticed, so He gave the jester another feather-light kiss on the forehead and bid him sleep. Touchstone, obedient as he was, didn’t need to be told a second time and let the tiredness take him, falling asleep right in Elijah’s arms.
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Maybe, Just Maybe
prompt: exhibitionism
pairing: neighbour!steve x f!reader x neighour!eddie munson
genre: romance, smut, autumn vibes
notes: wc 12k // this is literally a halloween story oops // lets pretend that i posted this when it was NOT November lmao // steddie smut lol // eddie and steve are roommates // reader is their new neighbour
warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // exhibitionism, balcony sex, eating out, blow jobs, doggy style, sex, cozy sex lol, vaginal fingering // threesome // mfm // smut // please let me know if there are any more that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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Maybe moving into a new apartment during the month of October seems like a good idea to a normal person. It’s right after the busy summer months that are filled with vacations and plans with friends. But, also just before the holiday season with back-to-back family parties that can become borderline awkward.
Well, looking at it now, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.
Maybe you shouldn’t have put the idea in your head that you wanted to update your decorations every season. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent three paychecks on cute pumpkins and fake cauldrons. Maybe you should have asked your parents to leave the ladder they brought when they helped you move in. Maybe you should have just grinned and bared it when you weren’t able to reach the ceiling of your balcony, and you couldn’t hang up the cute lights you bought.
In a world full of maybes, full of possibilities that were drowning in regret towards what could have been; you didn’t regret a thing once you looked upwards to see your extremely handsome neighbour helping you hang up the lights. He saw you about an hour earlier, standing on a chair and some books attempting to install a bunch of string lights that looked like candles. But with one moment of imbalance, causing you to drop the broom which was supposed to help you push the tape onto the ceiling — your neighbour ran out of his own apartment to see what all the noise was about. Especially since he heard a high-pitched scream coming from your lips.
“What’s going on—” he ran out to his own balcony to see you in a state of shock, looking down at the ground below.
“Sorry, I overreacted. My broomstick fell,” you said sweetly with a pout. Truthfully, you could already hear your parents’ scolding as you imagined the moment you would attempt to tell this moment as a funny story during Thanksgiving dinner in a few weeks.
“Were you practicing your flying before Halloween?” he smiled as he saw the definite shape of a purple broom on top of a bush.
“No, Steve, I was just trying to put up my decor,” you tried to hide your embarrassment with a bit of giggling. “Maybe I should’ve asked my parents to leave their ladder the other week.”
The man looked over at the red curtains, fake spider webs on the window, and gigantic box of fake candles — he smiled at the way you seemed so excited to decorate for the upcoming holiday. Steve didn’t know you, his new neighbour, well. However, your kindness was something he adored to see every time he did get the opportunity to speak to you. Noticing the softness in your eyes every time he offered to help you with your grocery bags, or when he offered you a ride to the bus station, Steve promised himself that he would find a way to see that sparkle as much as possible.
“You’re really going all out, aren’t you?” he said in a teasing tone.
“Oh, of course. Halloween is always so fun. But, you should see what I have ready for Christmas,” decorating just always seemed so exciting to you. Yes, maybe you should be saving your money to buy regular things you can use on a daily basis. But, this was way more thrilling.
“Can’t wait, doll,” the nickname made you feel so warm amidst the cool autumn air. “If you’d like, I can hop on over there and help you.”
Steve looked like he was about to lunge himself to jump the metal gate that separated your balconies, but you stopped him before he could. “There’s a front door for a reason, please don’t join my broomstick down there. What if there’s a huge gust of wind or something?”
“Fine, fine, I won’t. But that’s mainly because my ladder will be too hard to jump with.” Steve winked.
“You have one?” you gasped and tightened your grip around the railing in excitement.
“My roommate and I used to do some construction jobs,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly.
Right, the roommate.
In truth, that man was the first person you met in the entire building. You had just gotten your keys and were bringing up two suitcases full of your everyday clothing. Right then, a man with crazy hair and even crazier tattoos, that could be seen with his low-cut top, took the elevator with you to the sixth floor. He was about your age, and no matter how much you wanted to say hello to the handsome man, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
But, not in a menacing, extremely creepy, kind of way — instead, Steve’s roommate looked at you in a sort of shock. It made you believe that he was just an extremely shy guy. You try not to think about the times he and Steve would have friends over and you could hear his deep voice talking about books and mythical creatures, all things that you wished to talk about with someone too. It was not difficult to admit just how badly you craved to have a moment to talk to him.
“Eddie?” you nearly felt your cheeks explode with heat.
“Yup, that’s him. You seem to be getting the hang of everyone’s names here, smart girl,” Steve chuckled as he saw the way your eyes darted around from his own eyes then to the floor.
“Well, he is the only person I haven’t been able to speak to yet.”
“One day, I promise I’ll get that guy to talk to you.” Honestly, Steve wished that Eddie would stop being so annoying about his bad habit of never talking to you, but always talking about you when you weren’t around. “Now give me a minute and I’ll knock.”
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And so, after about five minutes of waiting — and you pushing boxes out of the way of the front door so that no one was about to trip whilst finishing up the decorating — Steve appeared with a small ladder that would be the perfect size to hang up all the lights you wanted. The man looked around the interior of your apartment first. It was the same as his, only a lot cleaner, with less pictures of dragons and movie posters on the walls. The young Harrington noticed that you represented just about every haunted creature in your tiny apartment. Even going as far as having all of your horror genre books laid out on the coffee table for guests to read when they desired.
Although you had only been here for a few weeks, this was already becoming home to you. “Looks like you made this your own little haunted mansion,” Steve teased as he set up the ladder outside.
“It’s not much, just things to get into the spirit,” you smiled up at him.
“Now I really gotta put your lights up. It’ll be boring if people are looking into your balcony and there are no decorations,” he chuckled as he looked to the balcony ceiling to see only one candle light successfully hung.
“Thank you, Steve,” you bit your lip as you remembered all of the hostess manners that your mother engraved into your brain. “Let me at least offer you some coffee, beer — oh, I think I have some cake in the fridge.”
“No, it’s fine. Just keep me company and that’s all I need. Some eye candy is sweeter than the real thing sometimes.” The man in front of you finished setting up his ladder as he finished speaking those words and winked at you. In truth, you weren’t so sure if the shaking of your legs was due to the cold breeze passing through and under your skirt, or if it was because the wink sent a thousand warm vibrations through your body. Regardless, you didn’t notice the way you squeezed your legs together as you went to the other side of the balcony to finish decorating — and trying to hide your slightly embarrassed face away from the man.
But, Steve noticed. He noticed it right away, and it only made him wonder just how many times you try smiling to yourself every time your cheeks would feel warm.
Over the next hour as the sun set, Steve hung up your lights one by one in a cute pattern. He talked about how often his own mother would make him do similar work during Christmas time because he was always home, as opposed to his father. You listened intently as you learned more about your neighbour, all while fixing a few plants and the pillow covers on the small seat on the balcony. Once the sun set a part of you got a little sad because that would mean the work was almost done and Steve would have to head back to his apartment. It was nice to finally get to talk to someone for the first time in weeks. The busy time of unpacking, on-boarding at a new job, and getting used to the new time zone, was over. Now you actually are able to start your life.
What also made you a little sad was that you would soon need to say goodbye to your neighbour for the night, and try your best to forget about the way the muscles on his arms would flex whenever he would focus on sticking a light to the ceiling. Even making you gasp when his shirt would ride up slightly and the little sliver of his chiseled stomach would tease you. And every time, you would look away immediately, only to cause a hitch in your breathing.
It would be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t intentionally on a lower step of the ladder because it would force him to flex his muscles a little bit harder in front of you. It would also be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t doing his own little form of spying. He would always glance down to see what you were up to; his favourite moment would be when you would go to sit down and your thighs would be squeezed a bit under your skirt.
Steve wondered what it would be like to be between them and eat you ou—
“Would you like a bite?” you whispered, bringing him out of a haze.
“W-what?” he genuinely thought he was caught in his escapades.
“Maybe we could order some take out. If you weren’t busy tonight, of course.” The shyness in your eyes and tone made Steve’s heart melt.
“So pizza, Chinese, or maybe something new in town that you haven’t tried before? Take your pick, sweetheart.” Steve winked as he sat on the little rattan couch you just put pumpkin-themed pillows on.
The sweet pet names he had been calling you this evening have been making you giggle every time out of pure giddiness. Even as the name slipped from his lips, and his figure sat in front of you with arms spread wide, waiting for you to join him; you prayed that he wouldn’t notice the way you sat to his left with slightly shaky legs in excitement. Truthfully, it wasn’t helping that he put his arm respectfully behind your back and would fix your hair whenever it fell close to your face throughout your next conversations. You felt like you were experiencing your first crush ever, that’s how excited you were. Adding your little delusions of grandeur to the mix, and you were equally as hypnotized with Steve as he secretly was with you.
It had been so long since someone had taken the time out of their day to slyly flirt with you. Adding the fact that there was a sunset happening from the corner of your eyes, with the lit up candles and slowly appearing stars becoming witnesses to your sweet autumn evening with Steve; it was all aspects to becoming one of your favourite nights to happen since moving in.
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Once the white cartons full of noodles, fried rice, chicken balls, and steamed vegetables arrived, you and Steve stayed on the balcony to bask in the cool autumn evening. Luckily, you kept blankets nearby for moments like these. So the two of you continued to talk under the coziness of the fluffy fabric and dim lighting of the fake candles.
Just as Steve finished up his large portion of noodles, he leaned back to stare at the ceiling. “These are really nice. You could be a professional decorator one day,” he teased you. His actions made you mirror his neck movement.
“As long as I can borrow your ladder then I’ll be set,” you giggled.
“Or I can always help you out too,” he looked to his left to see the silhouette of your face. The glow from the lights made you look like a beautiful doll.
“I’ll pay you in Chinese takeout,” a small dimple on your cheek showed your giddiness.
“Deal,” Steve sat up slightly and turned his body towards you. “Another option would be for you to come to my party next weekend. All my friends will be there and everyone goes all out with their costumes.”
Just as the words were said, you looked up at him, then to the metal railing behind the rattan couch. It had been placed at the separator between your two balconies. Knowing that you actually made a friend who lived so close to you, caused a warm feeling through your body — one that made you cuddle in deeper with your blanket. “Really? You’d like me there?”
“Of course. Someone who doesn’t invite their pretty neighbour to a party they’re hosting needs to be out of their mind,” considering that Steve’s roommate has never spoken to you, it could be seen as a miracle to be invited over.
“Well then it looks like I gotta go through my closet to find a costume,” you smiled.
The sparkle in your eyes, reflecting the light shimmer of the lights above, hypnotized Steve. “Why do I feel like you already have at least five options in mind?”
“Only three.”
“Would you tell me?” Steve chuckled at the way you took a bite of egg roll in order to hide your excitement.
“No, it’s a surprise,” you looked away from your neighbour’s gaze.
In truth, you had about thirty ideas in mind, but there was no need for your new friend to find out that you had a collection of clothes you bought from the thrift shop — with its only purpose being for last-minute costume parties. Everything from a vampire to a zombie, there were at least enough costumes for everyone in the party in the first place. Admittedly, a part of you wondered what Steve was going to wear. Throughout this evening, you saw the way his muscles were so defined. Even now, as he put an arm on the couch, above your shoulders but not touching them, you wished so badly that he would dress in anything that would show them off.
God, you really did sound so boy-crazy for your neighbour of all people.
It really wasn’t helping that Steve brought his arm down slightly to pull you in closer, mentally giving himself the excuse that he wanted to keep you warm. “Then, would you help me decorate?”
“I knew there was a catch,” you giggled before slapping him lightly on the chest. “But, yes I will. I still have so much decor left in the storage locker from back home.”
“Just not these lights though. I swear my arms are about to fall off,” the man tensed his shoulders dramatically.
“Fine, there are probably some sort of easy string lights we could use though. The ones with the little pumpkins are too cute, and maybe —”
“Our friends are gonna love you.” Steve accidentally cut you off by letting his thoughts be heard aloud.
Anyone from a mile away could see the way the man’s demeanour softened as you spoke. Even his own voice was so soft, yet deep. The sound resonated through your body — causing a few shivers to roll up your spine. The moment anyone hears the way he speaks with you, they’re all going to berate him about it forever. Yet, Steve could already tell that Robin was going to love your excitement about life, or the way Dustin would adore how you listened so intently in any given situation. Well, mostly everyone he knew was talkative anyways, so a good listener was something they all craved.
“Our?” you asked, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion.
“Yeah, they’re friends with Eddie too. A bunch of them are driving up from our hometown,” Steve noticed the way you backed away from his body a little, leaning closer to the left corner of the couch.
“Right, right.”
“Are you scared of him?” he asked concernedly. “You always seem so shy when he comes up.”
The way Steve placed a caring hand on your thigh, above the blanket, made your heart flutter. But, you wanted to subdue any thoughts he had towards you disliking his roommate. “W-well, no, not at all. It’s just—”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Well, it’s now or never. Millions of scenarios went through your head — both reality-filled moments, and imaginative possibilities of what you believed Eddie’s ill-fitting thoughts were in that situation. But, would it be polite to even mention your concerned thoughts? What if Eddie found out that you were gossiping to his roommate? That could make the situation worse, making him believe that you enjoyed talking about people behind their backs.
Alas, you decided to keep it vague.
“No, uhm, I just don’t think Eddie likes me so much,” you shrugged before smiling at Steve.
“That’s not true,” he would know. Now would probably be a horrible time to mention the amount of girls Eddie invites over who had similar hairstyles to you; or there was even one time you were wearing a new sweater, and Eddie was able to find someone wearing the exact same one then proceeded to take them out that night.
The lengths his stubborn roommate would go through astounded Steve. The little gossip fiend within him desperately wished to know your perspective of the curly-haired man.
“He looks at me all funny when we take the elevator together, or whenever we are in the hallway at the same time,” you pouted.
“How so?” Steve asked, his arm reaching around you now a little tighter. You savoured the warmth immensely, causing you to lean your head on his shoulder comfortably.
“There was this one time this girl was in the elevator with me and so I started talking to her since I really loved the purse she had, plus she seemed super nice,” you paused for a moment as you looked up to Steve, almost placing your chin on his side. “She was, by the way.”
The puzzle pieces were connecting in his head. “Was she the one with the blue streaks in her hair? Kinda tall?”
A light gasp fell from your lips as you moved away from Steve to have better eye contact. It almost felt like second nature to put your hands on his left thigh as you became more immersed in the storytelling. In truth, the man next to you was about to lose his mind. Just as you found your balance, your right hand was a bit too close to his member. The young Harrington prayed that you didn’t move much more, as your arms squeezing together made your cleavage become more visible as you continued to speak.
“And then when we got to our floor,” you said after nodding. “She was walking with me and said she was heading in the same direction. So after a few minutes, Eddie opened the door to see what the chatter was all about. H-he looked so mad.”
“You probably woke him up from his nap,” Steve chuckled at the way your voice became quiet with the last few words.
“I suppose so. Then I said goodbye to the girl and she went into your apartment with Eddie. The door wasn’t even closed by the time they started — you know — making out.”
There it was: the confirmation that you and him were definitely thinking about the same girl. But, what intrigued Steve more, was the way a hint of awkwardness and jealousy flashed before your eyes. Then, as you bit your lip, Steve wished so badly to kiss them until they were more plump.
He really needed to stop himself.
“Munson must’ve been real stressed that day then. He only calls her up when he is,” Steve leaned his forehead closer to yours.
“Why would he call up his girlfriend only when he’s in a bad mood?” you couldn’t help but lean closer as you asked the question, completely oblivious to Eddie’s situation.
“Oh, sweet girl. That is definitely not his girlfriend,” the man chuckled politely as he leaned close to your face.
“But they were —”
You barely got the words out before Steve’s lips bypassed yours. The deep amber notes of his cologne filled the air as his breath tickled your ear sweetly. Just this small movement made you gasp in surprise before smiling to yourself. A pleasurable chill went up your spine as he whispered deeply into your ear.
“Do you know what friends with benefits are?” He asked, his right hand placed softly on the side of your face. “They just fuck whenever they feel like it. They’re not actually together though.”
As secretly as you could, you squeezed your thighs together as the words were felt between your legs. Steve’s small touches, his low voice, his soft brown eyes — it all made you want to kiss him so sweetly. There was a part of your brain that craved it, the same part that was imagining what it would be like if he were to lean a little closer and place kisses down your neck.
And oh, Steve was wondering the same things as you. The way your body was reacting was making him notice how your breathing hitched. His eyes even saw the way your thighs squeezed together. The man wasn’t sure if it was the blanket or both of your beating hearts that made everything feel so warm.
“Oh, this is my first time hearing about this,” you finally breathed out.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so vulgar,” he smiled as he touched your chin to look at him.
“No, you weren’t,” you giggled. “I’m still a little confused though. Does Eddie like having sex when he’s in a bad mood?”
“Don’t you? It brings out the passion in him, I think. Hate sex and all that,” Steve rambled casually.
You move away slightly to laugh to yourself before looking up at Steve again. “So maybe he doesn’t hate me that much since he doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
If that’s what you want to believe.
“Well, I can tell you that he definitely doesn’t hate you in a bad way.”
“You’re so sweet to me, Steve.” He weirdly knew just how to comfort you, even after only knowing you for a short while.
“What type of neighbour would I be if I didn’t help you with your worries?” He leaned back slightly and twirled his fingers in the air, symbolizing for you to turn around. So you did, slightly tilting your body and following Steve’s lead to have you lean a bit on his front as he started massaging your shoulders.
You were so beautiful like this, to the point where the man couldn’t help but be entranced by your delicate skin and soft whimpers of relief as each moment passed.
Just as much as Steve could tell that his roommate had a schoolboy crush on you, he desperately felt the same way too. The young Harrington was used to girls throwing themselves at him. Especially working the odd job here and there to make ends meet — there was no shortage of new women in his life. Just some flirting with someone at the bar and he could let out all of his pent up energy with someone. In the same way that Eddie had a tendency to go out with people after his shows, the apartment almost always had a guest of some sort. No one could count just how many times a sock on the door was used on a random day of the week, and not a Saturday night like a normal person. However, that all seemed to stop when you moved in. The day you came into town to look at the apartment for the first time, Eddie and Steve were hanging out on their own balcony and heard a soft voice from the slightly open window next door.
There you were with a sweet smile and soft voice, it seemed to hypnotize both men instantly. After some prying, they found out through the landlord that you were one of ten people who had interest in renting the place next to them. Needless to say, the two men did everything in their power to seem like annoying, loud and obnoxious neighbours — thank God that Eddie’s band was up for the game too and decided to have rehearsal in the apartment for a few days. Slowly but surely, you were the last interested party; the goal that Steve and Eddie were aiming for. When you officially moved in, the playboy days were dwindling down for the roommates. Of course, there was maybe the bi-weekly partner whenever things became really stressful. However, sometimes a right hand and imagination go a long way. At the very least, Steve had more ammo than Eddie, since he actually spoke to you. Eddie just kept to himself about the crush and tried to do everything to forget about you.
Such a stubborn man , Steve constantly thought.
In truth, the men were not strangers when it came to sharing a partner or five. They were like a fantasy come to life when some women walked through the apartment doors. Imagine going home with a hot guitarist, only to head to his place and find a muscular pretty boy lounging on the couch in a tight white shirt. Anyone with a sound mind would feel their legs go numb at the thought of taking both men at once.
Alas, Steve and Eddie were of sound mind as well. They knew that sharing was caring, and if all parties were up for it, then it was bound to be a long and pleasurable night for everyone.
Currently, it was all up for the younger Harrington to see if you were even slightly interested. And by the way you bit your lip every time Eddie’s name was mentioned, or how your eyes would glaze over every time Steve would unintentionally flex his muscles; he hoped that maybe he would get the chance to place a soft kiss on your lips. Especially since his roommate would not be able to get rid of his stubbornness and make the first move on you.
“Feels nice,” your voice brought him out of his thoughts. Slowly, your shoulders began to relax beneath his fingertips. “Sorry I kept asking about your roommate’s sex life.” In truth, you felt shy with the fact that you spoke so heavily on such a private matter with someone you barely knew.
“It’s not a problem at all. You get so cute when an embarrassing topic comes up,” Steve whispered as he got close to your ear whilst massaging you.
“Honestly, I’ve never really talked about this stuff with other people. Even my ex-boyfriend rarely spoke about it with me,” you said honestly as you closed your eyes.
“Curious?”
Softly, Steve placed a kiss on the back of your neck. The small action made you whimper accidentally. It shocked you in the nicest way possible, so much so, that you didn’t think before speaking. “I-I suppose. There are just a lot of things I want to experience but no one to do it with.”
“You don’t need to do it with anyone. You can always have some fun on your own,” Steve teased as his hands went further down your spine to massage you.
“Oh, I can?”
With soft eyes, you looked at him over your shoulder. You saw the way there was an intense look behind his gaze — full of fire and lust; it made you bite your lip out of excitement and desperation. Steve’s hands were barely massaging your back now, they were caressing your sides up and down. Every few movements he would brush against the bottom of your clothed-breasts before going back down again. It was causing tingles to vibrate throughout your body. In an instant, Steve kissed your shoulder before looking at you intensely.
“These walls are thin, baby. I haven’t heard you bring anyone over. A pretty girl in a new city deserves to be taken out on dates. But, most importantly, I haven’t heard you touch yourself since you moved in either,” he teased, his face getting closer and closer to your face with each word. At this point, your lips were barely a centimetre apart.
“How did you — there’s no time for me to try,” you said honestly with a pout.
“Aweh, pretty girl is stressed out with everything going on, huh?” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose.
“Yes, but this makes me feel so good,” you moaned as Steve’s fingers moved down to massage the sides of your thighs. “Do you talk like this to all your neighbours?”
Steve chuckled as he stopped his movements to look at you with a grin. “Only the most beautiful ones. Especially the ones who want to help with my horrid interior design.”
“So there really is a catch,” you giggled, hoping that Steve didn’t feel your cheeks warm up as he held your face in his hand.
This was it, the smile you showed him, the lust in your eyes that increased as time went on, and the way you kept squeezing your thighs together — Steve was about to lose it. In so many ways, everything felt so easy-going with you. He could barely remember a time where he actually enjoyed having a conversation so mundane with anyone.
“I wanna kiss you so bad,” he thought aloud.
“Please do.”
With that, both of you leaned forwards to feel the softness of each other’s lips. It was a kiss that was so unchaste that you prayed no one would even attempt to look into the balcony. Goodness knows that there actually is a very religious old lady who lives above you. So a near impossibility floated through your head, wondering if she had the flexibility to use the fire escape. But, that thought easily left your head as you felt Steve’s tongue tease your lips. That, along with his hands roaming your entire body made you moan just enough for him to tease his tongue with yours.
In truth, you couldn’t handle the angle of twisting your body around, so you moved the blanket slightly before moving your back a little straighter. Steve got the message and moved forwards too, to allow you to be more comfortable as the kiss progressed. After a few moments, he had you lay down on the arm of the couch, secretly placing a pillow above your head in the process.
You looked so angelic like this. With the light from the fake candles above making you glow from your hair to your eyes to your smile, Steve wished so badly that he was able to capture this moment forever. Even as you slowed down the kiss to catch your breath, the small noises you were making only solidified the fact that he adored this night. Slowly, Steve kissed down your neck, noting the way you whimpered louder when he hit your pulsepoint. When you arched your back, it coincided with the moment the man placed a hand right above your breast. The cold autumn air made your nipples a bit hard, even through the dress you were wearing. As if by instinct, Steve pushed the neckline of the fabric down so that he was able to bare more of your soft skin to the evening stars.
“Such pretty tits,” he whispered as he exposed your nipples to the cool air. Steve’s mouth began to drool at the thought of putting his mouth on them. “It’s a shame it’s almost winter time and they’re gonna be covered up.”
“Well, you don’t know my costume yet,” you giggled sweetly as you unknowingly lifted your body up, bringing your breasts closer to his mouth.
So, the man kissed down your skin, ensuring to linger on his lips in his path. “What’re you gonna be? A bunny? Little puppy?” he teased, placing a chaste kiss onto both of your hardened buds with the final two questions.
“I was thinking of a pirate. Could be really nice with a little dress and a corset—oh,” you moaned as Steve sucked and bit your nipple.
“You’ll be the death of me that night,” he whispered onto your chest as one hand moved the blanket to the side and began massaging your bare thighs.
“Not if you get to me first,” you giggled. The man’s hands were moving further and further up your thighs before it reached a sliver of lace. Desperately, you moved your hips forwards and squeezed your thighs together to give yourself some level of relief. No one has ever dreamed more for someone’s hands to move faster. “What if people see?”
The question filled your mind as the cool air seemed to touch more of your skin. A mixture of hot and cold overwhelmed you now, alongside conflicted feelings about whether or not to ask Steve to bring the activities inside.
However, if the throbbing between your legs was telling you one thing, it was to please find the climax of your pleasure as soon as possible.
“We’re on one of the top floors, plus everyone is inside already,” Steve comforted you, moving his body upwards to kiss you sweetly.
“How about Eddie?” you asked in a whisper.
“Not home for another hour, I think,” he mirrored the volume of your voice as he continued to kiss your cheek and neck.
“Oh, alright, keep going,” you smiled whilst helping the man out by lifting the skirt of your dress higher in order to expose more of your thighs to the cool-air.
Steve nearly came in his pants as he looked down to see the glowing skin. “Yeah?” he teased, biting your ear in the process.
With one last kiss down your neck, the man next to you looked down to see the way your arousal was seeping through your black lace panties. Even in the darkness of the evening, your thighs were glistening with the wetness that has grown throughout the night. Steve took a moment to capture the image of you squeezing your thighs and rocking them slightly to satiate your desperation, before slowly taking his hand and removing the drenched fabric from you. Once it was off, your pussy began to throb in anticipation as to what was going to happen next.
You both looked down to see how Steve’s hand slowly made its way between your thighs. He was so easily able to make you bite your lip and look back and forth between his focused face and his large hand.
“Please, touch me,” you begged sweetly, moving your hips upwards to get his fingers to meet your needy clit.
“Like this?” the words barely left his lips before he finally touched the wetness between your thighs. He began to massage the little nub in circular movements, then from side to side. Any small touch was enough to make you mewl and lean your head on his shoulder as you moaned in pure ecstasy. “So sensitive, doll.”
“Feels so nice, Steve. I need more.” Moans and whimpers were releasing from your throat like a song.
Steve decided on a fast pattern that made you breathe heavily next to him. You were so beautiful like this, so needy and throbbing beneath the evening skies. The cool air made your nipples hard, silently begging Steve's lips to go upon them again. However, he wanted to kiss you first, savouring the way he was drinking up every moan and whimper you were emitting, whilst his other hand went to massage and squeeze your breasts softly.
It was when the man next to you slowly inserted one finger into your wet hole, that you moaned louder than you have tonight. “I-I-Steve, I really like that,” you whimpered incoherently between kisses.
“Can I add another one?” he asked with a smile against your lips, but you barely needed to nod before your hips were thrusting themselves upwards in excitement, urging another finger inside of you to stretch you out.
“More,” you whispered as you arched your back. Steve continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, his thumb massaging your clit every few movements. He wanted to continue this moment of ecstasy by kissing down your neck and then going to suck on your hardened nipples.
“You’re so beautiful like this. So wet for me. Look how well you’re taking me.”
“Your fingers are so much thicker than mine,” you giggled through bitten lips.
“When was the last time you’ve been fucked, doll?” Steve asked as he looked up at you as he sucked on your left nipple, the most sensitive of the two.
The question was a simple one, one that embarrassed you quite a bit. But, remembering what it was like to be stretched out, made you throb upon Steve’s thick fingers. Your mind couldn’t stop itself from wondering one thing: what would it be like if the man before you was going to be the one stretching you out.
Judging by the hardness that he has been sporting for the past little while, you had a pretty good idea.
“It’s been too long. Months, Steve,” you admitted. “C-can you, please help me?”
You wished so badly to be more vulgar with your words; however, your brain was so focused on the climax of your pleasure, and the fact that Steve’s fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace.
“Not even a toy? Hairbrush? How about using a cute pillow as something to rub your pretty pussy on?” Steve’s perverted mind kept urging him to ask the questions. He noted the way your heat clenched with each word.
“No, I have no time,” you moaned loudly. This time, Steve kneeled in front of you now, leaving your breasts feeling colder as the wind hit the trail of saliva he left.
“You poor thing. Well, looks like we gotta find a way to let out all your pent up stress,” he kissed your clit sweetly with the last word.
The words failed to leave your throat. Instead, a breathy moan escaped instead. Steve began to kiss and lick your sensitive clit as his thick fingers were making their way inside of you. This felt like such a dream. There have been countless nights where you have awoken from a rather active imagination — wondering what it would feel like if your neighbour were to help you release your sexual energy. The dating game has not been extremely friendly to you, and the only person who has come up in your mind as someone who made your legs involuntarily squeeze together, was your neighbour.
But which neighbour exactly?
It would be a lie to say that only Steve has been the main focus. Sometimes you have dreamed that it was Eddie thrusting his silver ring-clad fingers inside of you. Maybe it was both of them at the same time. But, good god, Steve was so good that you nearly forgot everything in your brain. His soft lips began to suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue slowly. He noticed how you would clench on his fingers and gush a little more if he sucked hard and moved his fingers upwards. And so, he did it over and over until you were moaning so loud that he could even hear it when your thighs squeezed around his head.
“You’re so good at this, Stevie. My pussy feels nicer than it ever has,” you thought aloud.
“And here I thought you were too embarrassed to do it outside,” he winked up at you before going down to kiss your swollen clit.
“Maybe I’ll use a blanket to cover you up a bit, just in case,” you smiled before putting the warm fabric upon his shoulders.
“Such a sweet girl,” he whispered onto your clit, with two meanings behind the words.
Remembering how nice it felt when Steve’s lips and fingers were squeezing your nipples, you mirrored his previous actions with your hands. Thankfully, it added a little bit of warmth to your skin.
“I-I’m so close, Steve.”
“Gonna get louder for me, doll? Your noises are so fucking nice.” He started to thrust his thick fingers inside of you faster. He was able to hit a sweet spot that made you cry out in ecstasy.
“Someone might hear, Steve,” you whimpered as you grasped onto his hair with one hand.
The man looked up at you and winked whilst sucking on your clit. You couldn’t stop staring at the hazel eyes, focusing on them and the pleasure he was able to give you. However, it was when his eyes broke eye contact with you, that your heart dropped to your stomach.
“It’s a bit too late for that.”
Fuck.
The voice was familiar, clouded by a raspiness that made your body shiver. Then, there was the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air that felt comforting to your senses in the cold weather. No matter how much you knew you should turn around and confirm who was behind you, your instincts knew exactly who it was. So you didn’t take your gaze away from Steve, who gave your clit one last kiss before straightening his back — his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside of you.
“When did you get back?” Steve asked with a tilt to his head.
“Like five minutes ago. I stopped by the grocery to get eggs and some sliced cheese because we ran out yesterdat,” Eddie said calmly.
How dare they act so nonchalant as you lay here, extremely exposed to the elements?
“Thanks, man,” Steve nodded as he took his roommate’s cigarette for a slight puff. His movements made his fingers inside of you twitch slightly
This made you turn around to see the curly-haired man leaning on the railing that separated your two balconies. He probably hates you so much right now. Every time you two have interacted, it has been moments of silence and awkward stares. This was surely the most awkward situation of them all. Thus, you got some of the blanket to cover yourself up, covering your chest and the top of your thighs.
For some reason though, everything seemed to excite you. Steve noticed it too, how you were getting wetter and wetter by the second. It made him smirk when he looked down to see your thighs squeezing together slightly.
“Did you invite more people to the party this weekend?” Steve continued.
“Nah, I think our guest list is finalized,” Eddie shrugged without breaking eye contact with you. It was you who looked away first.
“Add in our neighbour here, she said she’ll help us with decorating too,” he added, about to give you the cigarette before you shook your head.
“Steve,” you whispered annoyedly, your eyes looking between his own and the hand between your legs.
He got a hint, not the right one, but a hint nonetheless. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. Steve simultaneously gave Eddie the cigarette back whilst thrusting his fingers in and out of your throbbing centre.
It felt so nice that you tilted your head back without realizing you did so. With bitten lips and a slightly frustrated whimper, you were about to respond. Instead, it was Eddie who spoke up first, looking at the both of you.
“Cool, it won’t be too crowded anyways. Maybe I’ll head out and find a costume,” Eddie said. It would be a lie to say he didn’t glance over to see the glistening arousal on Steve’s fingers.
“If you see a punch bowl then buy it, I think the one we have broke,” Steve said nonchalantly as he easily brought his other hand to your core and started to circle your clit.
The pleasure was becoming too much. The sound of both their voices was doing things to your body which were inexplicable. Adding the warmth of the blanket around you, you began to sweat with pure eroticism running through your veins. But, you weren’t about to orgasm in such an embarrassing situation, with a neighbour who always seemed to be on his last nerve around you.
“I can't do this,” you whispered. Steve stopped his movements and placed his hands on your thighs instead, looking at you with concern. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Eddie and I have walked in on each other dozens of times, it’s fine, doll.”
“It’s true,” the dealer admitted. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
“N-no,” you exclaimed. Closing your legs and turning your body towards Eddie’s.
Unsure of what came over your body, you bit your lip, looking between the two men. Your entire sex life has been filled with mediocre relations — men who just enjoyed the missionary position more than anything else. Even if you asked for a little bit of a change, the guys would pretend to be up for it. But, in the final minute, claim that the previous actions have worked before, so there was no need to try something new. But right now, your body is on fire in the best way possible. This was a situation that only your imagination could think of. But this wasn’t a fantasy, this was the realest your life has been thus far since moving into this apartment. The throbbing between your legs only solidified your feelings. However, you did want to get something out of the way first.
“Do you hate me more now?” You whispered to the curly-haired man before you.
“Why do you say that?” Eddie asked in return, leaning over the railing and placing a hand on your cheek.
“This is the most you’ve ever spoken around me, a-and it’s such a lewd act I’m in.” The words fell from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes slightly.
Steve noticed the nervousness exuding from your body, so he slowly drew soft circles on your thighs to comfort you. He knew that Eddie probably had a million thoughts in his head, but he wanted to hear it be said from the man himself.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t hate you,” Eddie wiped a tear from your cheek. “I-I—”
“Say it, Munson. Admit it already,” Steve teased. Eddie looked at him in a slight annoyance before looking at you again.
“What does he mean?” You asked sweetly.
“I-I want you. Fuck , I’ve always wanted you from the start. But you seemed so angelic, so untouchable. It pissed me off that you were so close yet I didn’t have the guts to talk to you.”
His words shocked you, so much so that you gasped and looked away from him. Your head turned towards Steve who gave you a sweet smile. The men before you seemed to read each other’s minds as they looked at you with a warmth that filled your body. For a moment, you pulled yourself away from Steve’s touch on your legs, and Eddie’s hand on your cheek and sat close to the corner of the couch. In that second of contemplation, you tried to listen to the millions of thoughts running through your brain.
However, it was Steve whose voice comforted you amongst your thoughts. “Are you alright, doll?”
All you could do was nod as a response.
“I’ll be going —” Eddie said as he finished his cigarette and put it out on the ground.
“N-no, stay here. Please, Eddie.” It came out as a desperate plea.
“You mean that, sweetheart?” The man asked you.
With a look in your eyes that told the world that you were so unsure of where the situation would go next, you looked towards Steve, who was kneeling next to you. He smiled at you so sweetly that you brought your face close to his and kissed him chastely. A moment later, you brought your body upwards, blanket still covering you, and sat up near Eddie’s figure.
“I mean it. I need you, the both of you,” the words were so filled with lust that it shocked the roommates.
Steve went to stand behind you, a hand grasping your hip and pushing you forwards slightly. With a soft whisper in your ear, he said, “you know exactly what you want to do next, don’t you, doll?” The man winked at his roommate before moving your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, his eyes still looking at you and Eddie.
And so, with a deep breath and a hand on the guitarist's cheek, you leaned forward by merely an inch. There was barely a need to move far as Eddie was meeting your halfway. The smell of tobacco filled your senses for a moment. But then, whether it was a gust of wind, Steve’s kiss upon your neck making you tingle, or you and Eddie’s bodies moving simultaneously — you kissed him. You kissed him so deeply that you moaned into the kiss as if it was something you have been longing for.
You have.
So has he.
So has Steve, but he was going to keep his perverted thoughts to himself for the next little while as he saw the way you were finding pleasure just through kisses. Also, if the way Eddie’s cheeks were blushing with each movement and touch your fingers laid upon his collarbone, he definitely was enjoying this just as equally.
“Look at you, doll, you look so pretty when you get what you want,” Steve teasingly whispered in your ear. “Needy girl.”
“Am not,” you pouted as you separated your lips from Eddie’s to look at the man behind you. “I just know what I like,” you giggled.
Steve chuckled with you as he took his turn to kiss you now. Eddie took the opportunity to jump the railing and find his way to the couch seat next to you. The man pushed the blanket down to expose your breasts to the cool-air again, taking a moment to admire the way they bounced every time you moved your head slightly to deepen the kiss you were sharing with his roommate.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” Eddie whispered loudly to himself.
“They’re so sore,” you teased, bringing a hand up to squeeze your right nipple. The pleasure from the pinch, as well as Steve’s lips leaving little love bites on the left side of your neck made you moan.
“Oh, I can definitely help you with that, sweet girl.” After the words left his mouth, Eddie brought himself closer to you. After going to kiss you once and winking at Steve in the process, he dove down to suck on your tits in a motion that caused you to lean forward to feel more of the pleasure.
You didn’t notice, however, the way your hips were grinding on the squished pillow that found its way beneath your thighs. Steve saw how you were riding your waves of ecstasy with all of the sensations you were feeling. He swears his cock couldn’t handle it now. So much so, that he leaned back from you to stroke his hardness through the fabric of his pants. Even the little bit of pressure made him moan alongside you now.
The noise made you turn around to see the way Steve’s cheeks reddened as he stared at you and Eddie like his own personal porno. “Having a hard time, Stevie?” Eddie teased between licks to your breasts.
“Fuck off, man. My doll looks so beautiful like this. I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Would you want some help with that?” you giggled as you pushed Eddie further onto the couch, nearly laying on top of him. All in order to bend over in front of Steve.
“Still so wet,” he said deeply, admiring the glistening arousal between your legs and the roundness of your bottom.
“Please, Steve. Your fingers felt so nice, but I want to be stretched out by something more,” you nearly whined.
Eddie was kissing your neck now, loving the way your voice sounded when you begged. “Come on, big boy. Looks like our girl can take it.”
“I’ll take you real nice,” Steve said as he stroked his fingers from your clit to your sopping hole. “Will you tell me if it becomes too much?”
In truth, this was the most exhilarating your have ever felt during a moment of sexual relations with another man, let alone two. Everything before this was so vanilla, that anything besides the usual seemed scary. However, this didn't. This made you want to experience pleasure whilst giving it simultaneously. Adding the fact that someone may see at any moment was causing waves of thrill and excitement to flow through your being. Steve must have seen the plethora of emotions in your eyes, as he was so hypnotized by them.
“I promise. Now, please,” you moaned while bringing your butt back to grind on Steve’s clothed-hardness. Even through the layers you could feel the heat emitting from it.
“Your wish is my command.” With that, he pushed his pants and started to tease your entrance with his tip.
Although you couldn’t see it as you looked back from your left shoulder, you could tell it was thick. So thick in fact, that even him spreading your folds was enough to make you whimper and giggle.
“He’s never had a complaint thus far,” Eddie whispered in your ear before kissing you again.
“Maybe I’ll give a review—oh,” you moaned into Eddie’s lips as Steve slowly entered your throbbing pussy.
“That’s it, taking me so well,” he said, thrusting into you at a slow but pleasurable pattern. Inch by inch, he swears that heaven was before his eyes. Seeing the way you held onto Eddie’s shoulders with a tighter grip made Steve smile with the amount of ecstasy you were feeling.
“F-faster, please, Steve. I h-haven’t felt this good in so long,” you nearly began to move your hips to meet with his thrusts. Desperately, achingly, you adored the way his cock felt inside you. Each throb was met with a new inch for you to get used to, and it was the easiest thing to fall in love with.
Before you could even take a breath after saying a sentence, Steve grabbed your hips tightly and began to rock into you faster and faster. Eddie looked at his roommate with pride, noting how entranced Steve looked as he fucked you deeper and deeper. Then, when the dealer looked at you, and the way you bit your lip and placed your head on his shoulder because of all the ecstasy you were experiencing — Eddie had never thanked the gods of fate more than he was right now. For some reason, he was feeling utterly horny beyond belief throughout the day and promised himself when he got home he would smoke a bit and indulge in some X-rated films and a squishy plastic toy. The fact that he got every green light on the way home, and his parking spot wasn’t taken by the annoying downstairs neighbour; it was like the universe wanted him to be home right on time to get a live show of you and Steve on the verge of fucking.
Now, as your body squished against Eddie’s, your thighs brushing against his hardness, he swears he could get off on only this.
“Can I suck you off, Eddie?” The words brought him out of his thoughts.
They were the best words to do so, too.
“Oh, my darling. You seem to be enjoying Stevie over here,” he kissed you as you moaned loudly, wanting to drink up your sounds.
“But, I need you too. My mouth feels s-so lonely.” You pouted as you brought your left hand down to place a trail of light touches from Eddie’s neck to his stomach then to his bulge beneath his jeans.
“He’s big, doll. Are you sure you can take our two cocks?” Steve leaned down to whisper in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.
“Yes, I can. I promise it’ll be alright,” you whimpered as you felt Steve throbbing within you, before turning your face to pout and say: “he’s so hard too.”
With a grip to Eddie’s hardness below, you stroked it through the denim to emphasize your point. When you finally got a moment to breathe, you looked down to see just how thick — and maybe even longer — Eddie was in comparison to his roommate. Just like Steve was doing before, you slightly drooled and looked at the rockstar’s member with hypnotized eyes.
“It’s a dream come true. Isn’t that right, Munson?” Steve teased as he went to straighten his back and continue thrusting into you.
“What do you mean?” you asked innocently. In truth, the possibility of Eddie dreaming about this moment made you clench slightly; the younger Harrington definitely felt it.
“I mean — fuck — he’s been waiting for you, doll.”
“Harrington, I swear to god,” the other man said through clenched teeth, due to both the pleasure of your hands and his roommate’s annoying mouth.
“Have you dreamed about me, Eddie?” You looked at the man in question now whilst biting your lip. “Pictured me just like this: fucked out in front of you?”
This was a look that neither man has seen in your eyes before: one that was filled with lust and teasing. Every time before this, you had such a serene and sweet look behind your eyes, with the remnants of a smile always lingering on your face. But this, this was as if you were a succubus on earth for the two roommates before you. The drool dripping from your lips was enough to solidify that thought. “Every night,” Eddie grunted.
“Your cock is so long,” you said with a whimper. “May I?”
“Please,” Eddie was able to say in his haze, right before you started to unzip his pants slowly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”
The words made you throb harder on Steve’s cock as he thrusted into you, making you imagine the moment when the two roommates would switch places. The younger Harrington was staring at you both like he was watching his favourite film come to life. Even the words you were saying were right out of an erotic movie he saw the other day.
“Can I ride you one day?” You whispered to Eddie, kissing down his shaft slowly.
“You’re so needy,” Steve grunted. “Just the thought is making your pussy throb on me — unh, fuck ,” he moaned.
It’s true, getting a taste of Eddie made you throb slightly at pleasure of it all. Especially once you started to lick the head, tasting the precum and hearing the guitarist moan above you, you felt yourself throb around Steve harder and harder.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna be our good little fuck toy?” Eddie asked once you started to envelop your lips around his cock.
The image of you looking up at him and drooling over his hardness will be something ingrained in his mind forever. Then the humming got louder and louder as you nodded, causing vibrations to flow through Eddie’s cock. It felt so good that he tilted his head back slightly as you moaned on him, the warm and sucking sensation only making him get closer to the edge. After a moment he looked down to see that the source of your mouth’s vibrations weren’t just due to the fast pace Steve was thrusting into you; but it was also the fact that younger Harrington also was reaching down to circle his fingers in your clit.
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that your hands took over now to squeeze Eddie’s hardness, all so you could whimper and moan loudly for both men to hear.
Here’s hoping the neighbours won’t complain tonight.
“Your mouth is so good, you know that?” Eddie said in a tone deeper than usual.
“I can take you deeper, use my throat, Eddie,” you looked up at him whilst moving your hips to meet with Steve’s. The pleasure was overtaking all of your bodies now.
“I wanna see you cum while you’re sucking my cock, can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded quickly, your hand stroking him faster out of pure eagerness.
Eddie smiled, nearly sinisterly. “Can you do that for me, Harrington?”
“We both know I can,” Steve grunted, moving faster into you.
In truth, he was so happy that Eddie said those words. Steve swears he was about to combust at any moment, but he was just waiting for you to find the climax of your pleasure. He was only praying that he would last longer. However, with the way you were throbbing so beautifully on him, nearly glowing with ecstasy, Steve wanted to see the climax of it all. “That’s it, pretty girl,” Steve teased, he knew exactly what you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “You look so pretty with two cocks in you. This is what you wanted, huh?”
“Yes, yes, every night I think about it,” a loud groan fell from your lips as you responded, Steve’s cock hitting you from an angle that was hitting your sweet spot over and over. Then, Eddie was the one who felt the remnants of your pleasure — with your hands and mouth going back to milking his own hardness in the process.
“Looks like we’re all on the same page. The amount of times I’ve imagined fucking you on this balcony. You look so pretty when you’re reading here in your little shorts.”
Who knew the exhibitionist bug within Steve rubbed off on you in more ways than one?
“Keep going, Steve,” Eddie moaned as he gripped your hair with his right hand. “I think she’s close. Sweetheart loves to hear how pretty and fuckable she is.”
“Feels nice,” you whispered quickly before going back to suck harder.
“Oh yeah? You should hear about Eddie’s little escapades about you, doll.”
All you could do was tilt your head whilst The guitarist was still inside your mouth. Eddie got the hint as he looked into your eyes, his hardness thrusting deeper and deeper into your throat slowly as he spoke. “Every time I see you in the hallways I swear I can’t control myself. I feel like such a perv with the dreams that float through my head.”
The man barely had a moment to savour the feeling of being fully into your mouth now, because you released him quickly to tease. “Wanna make them come true one day?” You asked with a wink.
“One of them already is, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, noting the way your legs began to tremble as Steve continued to circle your clit again whilst hitting the soft spot within you with his cock.
“Now how about you cum for us to really make this dream one to remember?” the man behind you said.
“Faster,” you nodded, accepting his challenge.
“Good girl.”
The words were echoing through the air, but you weren’t sure who said it. In truth, it could have been both of them. The roommates were so prone to playing off of each other, seeing what exactly the third person liked and enjoyed. Most of them adored it when one of them was sweet whilst the other was slightly degrading. Some wanted them both to be a little mean. But then there was you, who enjoyed the feeling of being praised and teased like such a good girl for them. So with the words echoing in your head, of different compliments which bordered the line of perversion each time — you swear that the pleasure you’ve been feeling had been turned up a thousand times. On one hand, Steve was doing such a good job on you: thrusting back and forth into your throbbing hole, whilst bending down to circle your nub. The stretch was everything you needed after such a long time of being single and busy with life. From behind you, he would whisper just loud enough for you to hear.
“Such a sweet girl for me, huh? So tight and wet for us,” he would chant like a prayer — a prayer to the gods who were probably looking down upon this scene from the starry sky. Steve was nearly thanking them for putting him in this moment where he was able to see how you nodded in response upon Eddie’s cock, and then feeling your pussy throb below as you reacted to the little compliment.
Then, there was Eddie, who was doing such a wonderful job stroking your hair lovingly as you looked up at him. Now it was your turn to give the pleasure, noticing how Eddie would thrust his own hips upwards into your mouth every time you squeezed his balls with the right amount of pressure. He also adored the way your moans would vibrate through his own body every time you felt good. So the guitarist used his skilled fingers to reach down and use one hand to twist your lonely nipples. The way you would moan and whimper was felt on him ten-fold. With a light grip on the side of your hair, he would help you swallow more and more of his cock: his main goal wanting to feel your ecstasy.
“If we knew you were so horny, these holes would have had a lot of fun by now,” Eddie teased as he saw your eyes start to roll back a little. “Come for us, sweetheart.”
With that, Eddie looked at the way you nodded up at him with pleasure-filled tears in your eyes. Your climax was so close now as your moans became louder and the grip on Eddie’s shaft tightened.
Eddie looked up at Steve with a smile, knowing that his roommate was close to the edge as well. And so, Steve circled your clit faster and faster — the movement making your pussy throb. It wasn’t until you gave one hard suck on Eddie, tasting his cum, while Steve massaged your nub at the right angle that it happened. You felt the orgasm take over your entire body in an instant; it was like a vibration that you didn’t know how to control. It was evident to everyone on the balcony that your climax was extremely overwhelming. You were arching your back more, creating another angle for Steve to thrust into you. All while you had to let go of Eddie, who was inside of your mouth, in order to release your moans to the world. Your hands continued to stroke his hardness until you saw that his hot tip was ready. With a slightly open mouth, you looked up at the man to show him you were ready to taste his cum too.
“Are you boys gonna cum for me too?” You teased sweetly. It was enough for both men to finally let go from the pent up ecstasy they were feeling.
You were so beautiful, taking the creamy liquid everywhere. Moans filled your ears as both men thrust deeply inside of you; at the same time, you were being filled from two different holes as the men fell deeply in love with the feeling of your warmth. For all three of you to ride out your orgasms so sweetly, was the most erotic part of it all. With the situation nearly looking like it was out of a painting as all three of you took a few moments to bask in the evening breeze, a blanket intertwined between your bodies, and sweat glistening upon your skin.
Both men looked at you with adoration, noting how you were glowing as you relaxed your body. Just as Eddie pulled out of your mouth first, grabbing one of the leftover napkins from dinner to wipe away at your mouth, he noticed how you had swallowed nearly all of it.
You really were such a good girl , he thought but didn’t say aloud as he wiped your mouth that was covered in saliva.
Then, Steve took his softening cock out of you, taking a moment to admire the creamy fluid in between your legs. He pushed your skirt down to cover you up and whispered, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine, thank you, Steve.” Your voice was tired out — mainly from all the moaning and whimpering you were just doing. The serene sound will never leave the men’s thoughts.
“I hope we weren’t too rough on you,” Eddie sweetly chuckled whilst pulling you up to move your body and have you sit comfortably on the couch.
“Not at all,” you giggled sweetly as you sat closer to the guitarist. “It was quite fun.”
The giddiness in your voice was apparent as you smiled to yourself. Steve adored how you became slightly shy, even after all of the lewd acts you three have committed on this balcony. He would do anything to continue seeing the heat rush to your face, even in the coldest of weather. Just as he sat down on the couch, leaving you in between both men, Eddie continued to tease.
“Yeah? Looks like we gave you a nice housewarming gift.”
“Maybe we gotta christen every part of the apartment — it would only be right,” Steve said whilst smoothing the blanket over your thighs.
“Is he always this kinky?” You questioned towards Eddie now, with a chuckle in your voice.
“Oh yeah, sometimes if I know he invited this one girl over, I don’t go to the apartment for a few days so the smell of sex can leave the air,” Eddie groaned jokingly, putting an arm around you.
Honestly, you do remember the way you heard a patterned noise that sounded really similar to a headboard hitting a wall, alongside moans and laughter. Your innocent mind genuinely thought that Steve was watching a funny movie with a date — not, well, you know . “That explains why you didn’t come the other weekend. I thought you hated me. Who knew it was because Steve is so horny.”
“Hey, I didn’t bring you two together to gossip about me,” Steve gasped in disbelief as he saw the way you and Eddie had quickly gotten past the phase of awkwardness.
“But it’s fun,” you pouted, moving over so your cheek could rest on Steve’s broad shoulder.
“There’s definitely something more fun than this that I could think of,” Steve teased, looking in his roommate’s direction
“Maybe we could —” you paused as you looked between both men, fearful that you looked too eager.
But, they seemed to admire the excitement in your eyes, looking at one another before focusing their gazes on your figure which was sinking into the couch. A teasingly sinister smile crept up on Eddie’s face as he touched your thigh softly. “We could do what, sweetheart?”
“Maybe we can head inside? It’s so cold now,” you giggled, shivers running through your body.
Luckily for you, warmth ran through your body, shooting straight to your heart amongst the cool autumn breeze overtook your senses now. No other moment in your life has ever made you feel so exhilarated like this. Just as Eddie placed a chaste kiss on your lips, whilst Steve teased his mouth over your neck — a million thoughts ran through your brain. Then, when you felt a hand reach under the blanket and touch the soft skin of your thighs, one thought became louder than the rest:
Maybe, just maybe, moving into a new apartment during the month of October was a good idea after all.
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kinktober 2023
i’m going to participate in @chestharrington ’s Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober! all writings are nsfw.
week one: lovemaking
fandom: the legend of vox machina
pairing: percy x f!reader
week two: phone sex
fandom: stardew valley
pairing: haley x gn!reader
week three: exhibition/voyeurism
fandom: one piece
pairing: sanji x f!reader
week four: free use
fandom: the mandalorian
pairing: mando x f!reader
bonus: costumes
fandom: stardew valley
pairing: sam x f!reader
#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023#lazyghoulskinktober2023#tlovm fanfic#the mandalorian fanfic#one piece fanfic#stardew valley fanfic#sdv fanfic#percy x reader#percy de rolo x reader#sdv sam#sdv haley#vinsmoke sanji x reader#sanji x reader#din djarin#din x reader#din djarin x reader#sdv sam x reader#sdv haley x reader#sdv smut#stardew valley smut#tlovm smut#one piece smut#the mandalorian smut#staratie smut
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Kinktober Day 1 - High Sex
Wow, I can't believe it's already October 1st! I can't WAIT to see what normal things this month holds. I certainly hope Swiss doesn't go absolutely insane in Australia and destroy us all!
(Look, just be thankful I'm trying. Huge shoutout to @kroas-adtam for putting together this year's prompts!)
Green is the Warmest Color
Rating: E
Pairing: Aeon/Swiss
Word Count: 2.2k
Contains: stoned, sappy ghouls, shotgunning, cock warming, lazy sex, banter, body worship, the boys being Real Fucked Up and absolutely loving it
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“You’re staring,” Swiss lilts, eyes crinkling as he brings the smoldering end of their joint to his lips.
Aeon's sure he's right, but in fairness, how couldn’t he? Swiss is a vision, sitting pretty in his lap in a wide straddle with a hand planted on Aeon’s stomach. The setting sun throws every inch of the other ghoul into such sharp relief; everything from the chips in his curved horns and the strong line of his jaw, to the breadth of his shoulders and the slight softness of his stomach. From the swollen, stiff peaks of the nipples Aeon had spent ages teasing once they’d finally fallen back into bed, to the flushed length of Swiss’ cock where it sits heavy against Aeon’s pale belly. Dribbling sticky fluid into his happy trail with the occasional languid rock of those incredible hips.
"'Course I am," he replies, loose and relaxed, "you're real nice to look at."
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Read below, or on AO3!
Lazy.
That’s how Aeon would say his day with Swiss has been. Lazy, but in the best way.
He’d woken late, drenched in the early summer sunlight pouring through Swiss’ windows. Wrapped in a tangle of limbs and blankets that he hadn’t found himself particularly eager to escape. Swiss seemed to agree, when he eventually cracked an eye open to find Aeon staring at him with a sleepy, besotted smile on his face.
“Finally, jeez,” he’d teased, planting a kiss on Swiss’ bare shoulder and flashing him some fang. “Thought I was gonna have to watch you drool forever.”
“You love when I drool,” Swiss had countered, raspy and thick but still playful as ever. He’d threaded heavy fingers into Aeon’s mop of messy waves, scratching at the spot behind his ear that always makes his leg twitch.
“Maybe,” he’d purred, tipping his head into the touch, “but I think there’s better things for that mouth to be doing.”
Swiss hadn’t argued that point, a slow grin splitting his face as he hooked a finger under Aeon’s sharp chin. As he knocked their horns together and nuzzled his cheek. Brushing their lips together in the barest hint of what Aeon was asking for.
“You have eye boogers,” Swiss had informed him then, thumbing along his lashline with a crinkled nose, and Aeon hadn’t been able to hold back his laugh.
“And you have morning breath,” he’d chuckled, looping a long arm around Swiss’ shoulders. “Kiss me anyway.”
Swiss had, happily so, and to Aeon’s delight there was no urgency behind it. No rush, no invasive tongue, no gasping for breath. Just the scratch of Swiss’ stubble, the tickle of his mustache and the warmth of his mouth. A kiss they had both gotten lost in, drifting on nothing but the feel and taste of one another.
The rest of their day had been equally indulgent; a long, hot bath filled with more of those decadent kisses and wandering hands. Hours spent in their pajamas on the common room sofa, Aeon sitting between Swiss’ knees so the other ghoul could play with his hair. A late lunch at the lakeside, Swiss occasionally tossing a grape into Aeon’s mouth from the other side of the blanket they shared. An early evening stroll to the greenhouse spent talking about everything and nothing, their tails idly curling together along the way.
Aeon had busied himself visiting his favorite plants once they arrived, chatting with one of the lesser ghouls tending to the table of orchids. Admiring petals in all shades of purple, caressing stems and verdant leaves with gentle fingers while Swiss hunted down Mountain. It hadn’t taken him long - Swiss creeping up behind him a few minutes later, looping his arms around Aeon’s waist to nose behind his ear, asking if he was ready to head back. Aeon had hummed, but hadn’t made an effort to move. He’d leaned back into Swiss instead, fingers dancing along a bud that had yet to bloom. In no particular hurry to abandon the beauty laid out before him.
Then Swiss had held up a baggie of prerolls, had kissed his neck, and Aeon decided that stopping to smell the flowers could wait until tomorrow.
Besides, his current view is infinitely more enticing.
“You’re staring,” Swiss lilts, eyes crinkling as he brings the smoldering end of their joint to his lips.
Aeon's sure he's right, but in fairness, how couldn’t he? Swiss is a vision, sitting pretty in his lap in a wide straddle with a hand planted on Aeon’s stomach. The setting sun throws every inch of the other ghoul into such sharp relief; everything from the chips in his curved horns and the strong line of his jaw, to the breadth of his shoulders and the slight softness of his stomach. From the swollen, stiff peaks of the nipples Aeon had spent ages teasing once they’d finally fallen back into bed, to the flushed length of Swiss’ cock where it sits heavy against Aeon’s pale belly. Dribbling sticky fluid into his happy trail with the occasional languid rock of those incredible hips.
"'Course I am," he replies, loose and relaxed, "you're real nice to look at."
Swiss smiles down at him, washed in warm light that perfectly matches his golden eyes. Eyes that are both blown dark and red rimmed, heavy in a way that makes Aeon throb. He knows Swiss feels it deep inside, can tell by the way his breath stutters and his lids droop.
Aeon can't stop touching him, talented hands drifting from Swiss' knees to his chest and everywhere in between. Right now he has one on a strong thigh, thumb tracing ticklish half circles that make the muscle there jump. The other sits on Swiss' stomach, kneading gently at the little bit of pudge Swiss holds there. Aeon's obsessed with it always, but high as he is, the feel of it right now is simply exquisite.
"Easy there, kitten," Swiss sighs, his own hand gliding from Aeon's belly up towards his narrow chest. "Don't go bruising the goods." He rubs over a tight pink nipple with a slow thumb and Aeon groans.
"Can't help it," he replies, offering up a stoned smirk. "You're just so…"
Aeon trails off into a sound of faux frustration, grabbing at Swiss' tummy with both hands, digging bony fingers into soft flesh. Swiss laughs, a rich, warm sound that melts into a pleasured moan when Aeon twitches inside him. Swiss moves his hips in a slow circle and they both hiss with it.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Aeon murmurs, tongue flicking out wet his lips, and Swiss’ only response is a rusty purr.
He’s been sitting like this for a while now, keeping Aeon’s dick nice and warm while they finish off their treat from Mountain. A comforting weight that perfectly complements the fuzziness in his skull and the floatiness of his limbs. Aeon has no complaints about the fact that Swiss hasn't so much as bounced on him, neither of them in any rush to do more than enjoy the slow, luxurious grind.
Aeon somehow manages to pry his hands from Swiss' belly, settling them on his hips instead and encouraging him to circle them again. Swiss clamps down around him and it sends a wave of warmth through his pelvis so intense that Aeon shudders. Swiss hums his amusement around the joint, sucking down the last of it in one long pull. It's far too much at once, his broad chest puffed up to full capacity by the time he's done, but then Swiss is looking at him with a glimmer on those gorgeous eyes and Aeon really can’t be bothered to worry.
Smoke's already curling from his nostrils when Swiss leans down, dropping the roach into his ashtray before getting both hands on Aeon's shoulders. Settling his weight onto his slight chest and pressing their foreheads together. Aeon's arms snake around him in an instant, and then Swiss' mouth is on his and Aeon's world becomes nothing but scratchy stubble, soft lips and herbal smoke.
He drinks down all he can, licking it from Swiss' mouth and filling his lungs with the sweetest kind of poison. Swiss' tongue against his is heavenly, warm and wet and perfect to suck on when he's too out of breath to continue the kiss. Aeon exhales slowly through his nose while they soak in it, Swiss' nose rubbing against his and his velvety walls quivering in the most delicious way.
It's a challenge to convince his eyes to open once he's done, but somehow Aeon manages. Cracks lavender eyes no doubt redder than his flushed cheeks. Cheeks that go two shades darker when Aeon finds the other ghoul already watching him with a gentle warmth in his gaze.
"Now who's starin'?" Aeon teases, voice honey thick, claws trailing over Swiss' back in nonsense patterns. Oh he is very fucked up.
"Is it me?"
Well, at least Swiss is too.
"'S okay," Aeon assures him, as though Swiss would ever think staring was a problem. "I like when you look at me like that."
"Hmm?" Swiss cocks his head, squeezing at his shoulders. "Like what, starshine?"
Aeon's lips curl into a smile, one he offers up in a quick peck to Swiss' cheek.
"Like you love me."
He says it with such ease that it can't be anything but the truth, and despite the glazed look in his eye Aeon can tell that Swiss hears it too. He feels Swiss' cock throb where it's trapped between them, and Aeon hopes that the sticky spot on his stomach has grown larger.
"Maybe I do." Swiss sounds so goofy, so pleased. "What're you gonna do about it?"
Aeon offers a shrug, looping one arm around Swiss' waist while the other travels south. Coasts over the curve of the other ghoul's ass - Aeon grabs a nice handful, tugs at Swiss' hole a little just to hear him gasp - before slipping over his hip. Fingertips wiggling into the space between their overwarm bodies.
"Dunno," he answers, his casual tone a stark contrast to the way his greedy fingers worm their way closer to their prIze. "Could make you cum, I guess."
Aeon finds the slick head of Swiss' cock and sneaks two fingers between it and his own stomach. Massages the frenulum the way he knows Swiss' likes best. He's rewarded with a deep, dark moan, one that sinks into his skin like a tangible thing.
"Guess so," Swiss says, just a touch more breathless than he was a minute ago. "If you wanted."
Oh, Aeon definitely wants. Stoned as he is, that much is still obvious. He hums, catching the larger ghoul in a kiss that leaves him breathing heavier too.
"Sit up for me," he speaks against Swiss' lips, half into his mustache. "Wanna see you."
Swiss complies with absolutely no urgency, unhurried in the way he pushes himself upright. Relinquishes his grip on Aeon's shoulders to stretch those long arms over his head with a low groan. Aeon could watch him do this for days - could study every line and curve of the other ghoul's body for the rest of his existence and still want more. His admiring gaze travels from the tips of Swiss' fingers, down his arms, his chest, his stomach. When it settles on the swollen length of his cock, flushed dark where it's caged in pale fingers, Aeon can't help the way his own pulses.
Swiss must be so slick inside by now. Aeon can’t help but wonder, if he pulled out right now, if the mess of pre he’s been leaking for the better part of the past half hour would drip right down Swiss’ balls.
Swiss finishes his stretch with a show, running his own large hands down his torso with another roll of his hips, and Aeon sucks air through his teeth. Swiss gives him a devilish grin, hands coming to rest on Aeon's pecs, rosy little nipples pebbled under rough palms. Swiss kneads at him then, but Aeon's the one that purrs.
"Didn’t you say no bruisin' the goods?" Aeon barely recognizes his own voice for how slurred it is.
"I'm exempt," Swiss tells him, happily pawing at him while his cock throbs in Aeon's grip. Aeon snorts, free hand moving to stroke Swiss' thigh.
"'S'at so?"
"Uh huh," Swiss confirms, catching Aeon's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He gives them a nice tweak and Aeon yips, an embarrassing little sound that sends a flash of heat through him.
"What a surprise," he tries to deadpan, but the giddiness supplied by the weed makes it come out a bit silly. Swiss sticks out his tongue, and Aeon bites at the air as though he could reach it.
"What wa'zat about makin' me cum?"
Lucifer, Swiss sounds good when he's high. Aeon hums like he’s considering the concept, adjusting his hold on Swiss' twitching length. Less of a grip, more of a flat palm pressing it to the finely muscled plane of his stomach. Swiss gasps when he does, rutting forward on instinct and spitting another blurt of pre by Aeon's navel.
"Think you have everything you need to make that happen," Aeon croons, tongue poking out between his fangs. "Go ahead, I'm not stoppin' you."
Swiss groans deep in his chest when his brain processes the words, and then he's grinding again. Hips working in achingly slow rocks and rounds, each one designed to put Aeon's cock exactly where he wants it. Aeon adores the way Swiss' brow creases every time he hits an extra good spot, a beautiful sight that goes straight to his balls.
"Gonna take a while like this," Swiss huffs, despite the way Aeon can already feel him starting to flutter inside. Not that that’s a problem, there’s already heat starting to coil low in his gut with every move Swiss makes.
"'S'okay," he coos, the hand on Swiss’ thigh wandering up to nestle in his chest hair. “Jus’ promise you won’t stop if I blow first."
Swiss gurgles, spurts more pre, and Aeon’s content to lose himself in the wet sound of Swiss taking what he needs. There’s nothing he’d rather hear.
#miasma's work#the band ghost fic#aeon ghoul#phantom ghoul#swiss ghoul#aeon/swiss#aeon x swiss#ghost kinktober 2023#kinktober day 1#kinktober starts in october and ends when it's done lmao#fight me
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