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TSTS Chapter 23: Push and Pull

May I FINALLY present to you... *smut* If you like the story, please let me know, and thank you for reading!

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He was on her in an instant, mouth crashing into hers. This was not like their first two kisses, clouded by adrenaline, injury-induced surrealness and the raging relief of evading death. This one was raw and earnest and real—and they both knew it. Both felt it in their very bones. An intense, powerful surge of joy echoed between their souls, reverberating off each other with resounding wonder.

Teeth clashed against teeth. Tongues danced and swirled. The savagery of the kiss, so primal and exhilarating, so mutually consuming, sent a shiver down Elain’s spine. She wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pull him even closer. Those magnificent hands moved to the small of her back and then even lower, gripping her hips. His hands were so large, and she so much smaller, that he nearly encircled her entire waist. The size difference sent another pulse through her core.

A guttural moan escaped her as his lips began to travel downward, passing over her throat, pressing wicked kisses painstakingly against her collarbone. How could his kisses be both hot and cold? The icy burning of his lips against her skin set her entire body aflame. Hazel eyes met dark brown, and then his mouth was on hers again. His lips were so full, so sweet. She could live off of that taste, she decided. Live and die off the dangerously addictive taste of him. Of Azriel.

“Azriel,” she moaned. His name fell from her lips like summer rain fell from the sky: soft and warm and deliciously freeing.

“Elain,” he murmured back, smiling against her mouth. Reverence dripped from each syllable, like he couldn’t believe this was happening. She felt the same, like she was dreaming, but she knew that couldn’t be true. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined how right this felt. Like her heart was fracturing and reforming itself over and over again, all because of him. All because of the devastating, tortured, complicated, divine male before her.

A small seed of doubt remained, though, and she needed him to destroy it. Needed his reassurance before she gave herself to him in this irrevocably intimate way.

“A question for a question?” she breathed into his mouth.

With considerable effort, he pulled back, panting. “Okay.” His voice was hoarse.

“Is this really what you want?”

Something like pain flickered across his face, but it was replaced a second later with a passion so intense it was molten.

“Elain,” he rasped, and she inhaled sharply at the way his voice curled up inside of her. How it found a home within the very crooks and crevices of her bones. One of his hands remained on her hip while the other reached up to cup her face, and the way he looked at her made her wish she could paint like her sister, if only to capture the perfection of this moment forever. “I have never wanted anything more in my life.”

She let out an animalistic sound at that, a half-sob, half-gasp of relief, of knowing he felt the same way. It was the truth. She was sure of it. No lying between them. Not anymore.

“And you? Is this what you want?” he asked roughly. A calloused, scarred thumb gently caressed her cheek.

Reverently, she placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers ever so slightly. He shuddered at the touch, at the intensity in her gaze, as she spoke her truth, as well.

“You are the only thing I have ever truly wanted.”

His lips met hers again, a renewed passion in the kiss. He bit her lower lip and then sucked it between his teeth, dragging a ragged moan from her throat.

Without breaking the kiss, Azriel hooked an arm around her waist and hauled her up. She thought he was going to place her on the edge of the mattress, but she was wrong; instead, he spun around and strode for the dresser. He planted her upon its surface, her ass right at the edge, and positioned himself between her legs. Wound a hand in her long, flowing hair, kissing her all the while.

A desperate whimper of desire escaped her lips as she registered the hard, proud length of him pressed into her stomach. She wanted it in her hands. Between her lips. She wanted it so deep inside of her she’d have to reach down her throat to pull it out.

She was starting to feel rather lightheaded when Azriel pulled away. She gasped for air, a task made difficult when his lips landed on her neck. With one hand, he tugged slightly on her hair, tilting her head back. Delicately, Azriel ran his tongue over the knot of her throat. She moaned and felt him smile against her exposed skin.

The hand not gripping her hair moved toward the laces at the front of her gown, slowly but surely untying them. She was rather impressed that he continued kissing her neck the entire time, not glancing once at the laces. When they were untied completely, he wasted no time in tugging the nightgown down to where it bunched around her hips, leaving her naked from the waist up. Cold air caressed her already taut nipples, her breasts heavy with desire.

For a moment, Azriel just stood in front of her, staring at her bare breasts. Both of them were breathing hard. Then he let out a sound, a half-laugh, half-groan and shook his head.

“How are you so perfect?” He marveled, speaking more to himself than to her. Then the shadowsinger glanced up at Elain and smiled wickedly. Taking a step forward, he brought a finger up to each of her breasts. Started circling around her nipples, tantalizingly slow. With each revolution, Elain’s breathing grew faster, her anticipation nearly tangible in its strength and fervor. Smaller and smaller his circles became until, at long last, his fingers gently brushed over her hardened peaks.

“Ohhh,” she breathed.

He just chuckled and continued to caress her nipples. “Remind me. What was it you wanted me to teach you again?” He asked.

She whimpered in response, aching so much she could barely think straight, let alone form words.

Burning hazel eyes flickered up to hers. “Answer me, Elain,” he said, and quick as a flash, twisted her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“I want...Azriel, please...please teach me how to feel good.” She was begging, she knew it and he knew it, and normally she would be embarrassed at her obvious desperation, but she wanted him so badly she couldn’t barely think straight. Could not think beyond the singular, all-consuming pleasure his touch brought forth.

Those mighty onyx wings nearly spanned the length of the room now, they were so taut and wide. He cupped a breast in each hand, massaging and kneading and pushing them together.

“Do you know what I find the best teaching method to be?”

His voice was so low and guttural she was surprised she could still understand him. Not wanting to disappoint him again by not answering, she quickly shook her head. “No,” she breathed.

“Demonstration,” he said, and leaned forward to suck her peak into his mouth.

“Oh gods,” she cried out, throwing her head back. Had anything ever felt so good? So necessary? There was a wildness in her, a ravenous desire she’d never felt before. And he was the only thing that could sate her hunger.

Her teacher.

Her secret-keeper.

Her friend.

And now…her lover.

After a few moments, Azriel’s mouth moved to her other breast, where he licked and ravaged and bit just as intoxicatingly as before. Every once in a while, he lifted his lips off her peak and blew on it softly, making her writhe in pleasure. A mark was blossoming from his ministrations, dark and purple as a violet. Her inner thighs were so slippery she couldn’t hold them together.

Without warning, he released her nipple. A loud popping sound echoed throughout the room. Her whimper at the sudden chill turned into a high-pitched squeak when Azriel suddenly wrapped an arm around her back. She instinctively hooked her legs around his waist, thighs clenching as he spun around and moved for the four-poster bed. He tossed her on the mattress, not ungently. Her nightgown was still bunched around her waist, her chest entirely exposed. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as he crawled onto the bed toward her, still fully clothed.

“Wait,” Elain said, holding out a hand. Azriel froze. He was completely at her command, she realized. If she wanted this to end now, he would leave. No questions asked. The knowledge filled her with courage.

“I want to see you, too,” she said, then tugged slightly on his shirt.

Azriel blinked down at her as if surprised by her request before ripping off his shirt in one fluid motion. And then his pants. Her mouth fell open.

He was perfect. Absolutely perfect. His bronze skin glowed in the starlight, a stark contrast to the whorls of inky black tattoos etched upon his skin. She let her gaze rake over every inch of him, from his strong, broad shoulders to his chiseled chest to the taut abdominal muscles rippling beneath his stomach. Her eyes traveled further down. She gulped. The evidence of his arousal was straining against his undershorts. Like everything else about him, it was huge and intimidating. But she didn’t feel scared, not at all. If anything, she felt even more entranced.

And the scars. Not just on his hands but all over his body, intertwining and criss-crossing like vines, like roots. The scars of a warrior. Of a survivor.

“Beautiful.” The word fell from her lips unconsciously. When she realized what she’d said, her cheeks reddened furiously. The bravery she’d summoned started to dissipate. But Azriel reached out a hand and caressed her cheek, a soft light burning in his eyes, and brought his lips to hers again.

They kissed for ages, for so long she almost forgot there were other things to do besides kiss. She would never get tired of his lips on hers. Of his talented tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Of his reverent devouring of her, body and soul.

Eventually, he pulled back. Stared down at her, still close enough that their noses were touching, as they both tried to catch their breath.

“Your lips are very red,” she observed in a hoarse voice.

Az let out a short laugh. “As are yours,” he said, smiling. She couldn’t help but smile back.

His grin widened.

“What?”

He shook his head and glanced away.

“Tell me,” she said softly. Gently, she ran her nails down his back, ever so carefully avoiding his wings. She marveled at the way he shuddered at her touch.

Azriel met her eyes again, admitting defeat. “I just like it when you smile,” he said, which made her smile even wider. He brought a finger up to her mouth and lightly traced the shape of her curved lips. Her mouth opened wider, and she held his gaze as she slowly closed her lips around his finger.

A sharp intake of breath was his only reaction at first. But then he slowly pushed his finger deeper inside her mouth. Instinctively, she started sucking. He let out a loud, uninhibited groan.

“Holy fuck, Elain.” His eyes were bright and feverish, fixated on his finger moving in and out of her mouth, over and over again. She sucked even harder, bobbing up and down the length. She moved forward so much so that his finger touched the back of her throat. She gagged slightly but kept sucking.

“Fuck,” he repeated. Suddenly, he pulled his finger out of her mouth. She looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion. Why had he stopped? Didn’t he like it?

“This is supposed to be about you,” he said, answering her unspoken question. “If you keep doing that…” He shook his head. “Let’s just say I won’t be able to fully focus on making you feel good when all I can think of is how good your pretty little mouth would feel wrapped around my cock.”

A gasp escaped her throat at his crude words, but a new wave of heat rushed through her. She wanted that. She wanted to see him in all his glory, wanted to suck him and make him feel good, too. Never in her life did she think she would want to put her mouth on someone’s manhood, but here she was, craving cock like an alcoholic craves wine. “Yes, please,” she whispered.

Azriel groaned again, and it seemed to cost him an ample amount of willpower to say, “Another time.”

Another time. She barely had time to register his words, to think on the meaning behind them, before he sat back on his knees. Slowly, he ran his cool hands down her arms, to her bare stomach, to the nightgown still bunched around her hips, hiding the one part of her he had yet to see.

When his fingers hooked around the nightgown, he glanced up and raised an eyebrow. She nodded, hoping he didn’t notice how much she was shaking. She was not scared, per say, just…nervous. He had been with countless females in his lifetime; she had only been with one other male. What if she didn’t live up to his expectations? But fear was not her friend, so she shoved her insecurities to the side.

Az removed the dress entirely and tossed it to the floor. All that was left now were her panties, and she could feel how soaked they were, so soaked they were probably see-through. Her chest began heaving as his fingers traced the lacy hem. He looked back up at her, holding her gaze.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he pushed the fabric down her legs. Elain lifted her hips to help, but once her underwear was completely off, she became aware of just how exposed she was. Her thighs clenched together of their own accord.

He clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Open your legs,” he commanded. Her cheeks were burning red at this point. But she was the student, and he was the teacher, so she obeyed.

His eyes never left hers as she slowly parted her creamy thighs, baring herself absolutely, even as she blushed furiously. Only when her knees touched the comforter did Azriel turn his gaze downward.

He sucked in a breath as he took in her wet and gleaming sex. His hands ghosted over her thighs and then pushed them even further apart, holding her taut and exposed.

“So beautiful,” he breathed, eyes bright as stars. “Gods, Elain, you’re just so beautiful.”

A small whimper escaped her throat. She’d been told she was beautiful her whole life, but never before had she considered her beauty to be a strength. Not until she saw the Spymaster kneeling between her legs. Not until she realized she could make him beg, if she wanted. Her sex tightened at the thought. At his brutally, beautiful honesty and at her own innate feminine power.

Azriel let out a deep rumble. She liked his reaction so much she did it again, clenching her inner muscles. He growled again, and then flicked his eyes up toward her, dark and hungry. A predator circling its prey.

And she suddenly knew that the power was no longer in her hands.

His deliciously cool hands crept higher and higher up her thighs, tracing little circles against her skin as he traveled toward her center. They stopped just short of where she wanted him, where she was aching for him. He repeated the action again and again until Elain couldn’t stop her hips from bucking up slightly, her body begging for his touch.

“Please,” she moaned without thinking. The shadowsinger chuckled softly and moved his hands even closer, but still they were not close enough.

“Tell me. Are you wet for me?” A command and a question.

She felt not just her cheeks but her entire body go red at his crass words. She couldn’t answer, but she also couldn’t help the new gush of wetness that appeared between her thighs. Couldn’t help but moan again at his vulgarity. Gods, what was this male doing to her?

“You are,” he groaned. “I can see how soaked you are from here. But I want you to answer me.”

“Why?” She asked, her voice so throaty she hardly recognized it. “If you already know, why?”

He grinned wickedly. “Because I want to hear you say it out loud with that pretty voice of yours. And because I know you like talking dirty, even if you aren’t ready to admit it. You think I didn’t see how much wetter you got after I asked you?”

She pouted slightly. “I don’t like it,” she lied.

His eyes darkened. “You know I can tell when you lie.”

Mewling pitifully, she rocked her hips again, but he refused to oblige her unspoken request. And oh gods, she was desperate, she was starved, and she couldn’t resist much longer—

So even as her face burned a hundred shades of red, she found herself saying, “Please, Az.” And then, in a hoarse whisper, “I’m so, so wet for you.”

Without further ado, he sunk a long finger deep into her swollen flesh. The feeling was so magnificent, so tight and pressured and fucking perfect, she couldn’t believe it. They both looked down, staring as his finger slid in and out of her. Her body gave no resistance whatsoever, letting it come and go like the tide.

“Oh, my,” she whispered, feeling dazed. His finger was long, so long, and it rang a bell deep inside her that had never been rung before. Her legs were taut and shaking slightly, preparing for something explosive.

“How does that feel?” He breathed, leaning forward and pressing a hot kiss against her throat. He was still kneeling in front of her, and she was still propped up on her elbows, both of them watching as his digit slid in and out of her.

“Good,” she managed. “So good.”

He lifted his head, surveyed her with those penetrating eyes, eyes that had seen her at her worst and her best and everything between and still wanted her all the same. Her stomach dropped with something more than lust, more than exhilaration.

“Good,” he repeated. “But I think I can make you feel even better,”

And then his hand rotated, palm facing upward, finger still caressing her insides. His thumb pressed down at the bundle of nerves atop her center and started rubbing it with wicked precision.

“Az,” she whimpered.

He started circling faster. Her moans grew louder. She was spiraling toward something, so close she could nearly taste it.

“Can you take another?” He grunted.

I will take whatever you want to give me, she thought. But all she did was nod desperately.

On the next insertion, a second finger joined the first, stretching her just to the point of pain. But what great thing was ever achieved without at least a little bit of discomfort? She relished it, even now, and within moments her center had pulsed and expanded enough to welcome his fingers entirely.

“You fit me like a glove,” he said, something like awe in his voice. “So hot and tight and wet.” He was watching her face now, taking in her expression. And he did not look away as he hooked his fingers and angled upwards.

“There…right…there,” she gasped, eyes rolling to the back of her head, mouth falling open in a silent scream, and she was so close, she was so fucking close, and she wanted to tell him but she could not have formed words even if she tried, and—

Without warning, his fingers left her. She let out a small cry at the sudden emptiness, the disappearance of that peak she had almost climbed. She blinked several times, struggling to focus, confusion and disappointment encompassing her like a cloud. Why had he stopped? It felt so good. She had been so close…

***

Azriel didn’t believe in the gods, not really, not anymore. But as he stared at the female before him, her face flushed with dizzying pleasure—pleasure that he had brought her—and her legs spread wide open like the gates of the heavens…surely, this was divine intervention itself, for once aimed at rewarding rather than punishing. There was no other explanation.

“Weren’t you supposed to be making me feel good?” Elain asked. The words might have come across more biting if she hadn’t been panting so heavily. If desperation wasn’t lacing every word.

His lips twitched as he fought a smile. Oh, the ways he could make her beg…but he would save that. He, too, wanted something. And he did not want to wait any longer for it.

“Sorry. I can’t let you come that way.”

Her brows knitted together. “Why ever not?”

“There’s something I need to do first,” he said simply, then dipped down to kiss her shoulder. Then her collarbone. The hollow between the gentle slope of her breasts, all while moving his body slowly downwards. His lips traced the silky expanse of her stomach. Down, down, down he went, kissing every inch of her he could, and with each press of his lips against her skin, her breath quickened.

He kissed her hip. Licked it. Smirked at the loud gasp she let out. Moved down even further until his face was inches away from her glorious, dripping sex.

“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows to survey him with wide eyes.

“Making you feel good, of course,” he said, leaning forward an inch and breathing her in deeply.

Stars above, she smelled so good. Like a fucking dessert. Like forbidden fruit.

Her entire body went tense, languid heat freezing to unyielding stone as she caught on to his intentions. “But - wait!” she gasped, squirming slightly in resistance.

His head snapped up immediately. “Elain,” he said, his tone almost teasing. He looked at her, steady and sure, and she looked at him, and within seconds the panic faded from her eyes and her squirming settled. “Don’t you trust me?” he murmured.

Her throat bobbed. A second later, she nodded.

“Then lay back. Relax.” He kissed her inner thigh with utter gentleness, humming against her skin. His fingers tightened around her slim waist. “Let me take care of you.” Sucked on her thigh, hard and long, until he was sure a little bruise would blossom there. It might not stay long on her quickly-healing Fae body, but the image of his love bite against her marble skin would live forever in his memory.

A shudder, and then she fell backwards, an act of permission, though she threw an elbow over her eyes. Like she was still too embarrassed to see what he was doing. He would have preferred she watched him, but he’d take what she offered. Gladly, without complaint. He’d enjoy his feast with or without those gorgeous eyes on him.

Az set his sight back on her dewy core. How long had he dreamed about this very moment? If he was being truly honest, he’d wanted her physically from the moment he saw her in the mortal lands. The prettiest human he’d ever seen. Now, years later, after knowing her personally, she had slowly become all he could think about. And now, finally, he was getting to live out his fantasy. He’d never called himself lucky before, but as he breathed in her decadent scent once more, that was all he could think of: how lucky he was to get this moment with her.

With two fingers, he spread her delicate folds. Holy hells, she was gorgeous, glistening and rosy pink and lush as a dream. His mouth watered.

“You have the prettiest cunt I have ever seen,” he said.

Elain let out a little moan, out of pleasure or embarrassment or both, he wasn’t sure. Her core clenched at his words, though, and he watched, enraptured, as it opened and closed like a blooming flower.

He couldn’t wait any longer. And why should he?

He didn’t waste time with gentle kisses. Didn’t tease or tantalize. He simply leaned forward and licked clear up her center.

They groaned in tandem: Elain at the sensation, Azriel at, well, everything. The taste. The smell. The softness of her folds framing his nose. The renewed current of dripping desire that rushed to meet his intruding tongue.

“You taste incredible,” he told her. “I could eat you all day long.”

“Oh my goo--oods,” she groaned, the last word stretching into two syllables. He liked the duplicity of it, liked knowing she felt as cleaved by this coupling as he did.

He removed his fingers from her folds and gripped underneath her thighs instead, repositioning her for better access. Then he repeated the long and slow lick. Again. And Again. With each stroke, he could feel her unravel a little more. On the next swipe, he paused at the apex of her core and swirled the tip of his tongue over the bundle of nerves there. Her hips jerked up automatically, and Azriel had to tighten his grip to keep her right where he wanted her.

He had no intention of making her come quickly. After all these months of waiting, what was a few more minutes? There was no need to race for the finish line. He was going to take his sweet time. Going to teach her how to feel better than good. Going to give her the kind of pleasure she’d never find anywhere else, with anyone else.

Going to teach her how to sing.

“I believe I remember you telling me that I’d sing for you,” he said, mouth hovering over her center. “But I think I’d rather you sing for me instead.”

She let out a shaky laugh that melted into a passionate moan as he bent forward and continued lapping at her slit. He reveled in the way her body shook in pleasure, how it went taut and loose in all the right places. His tongue danced across her mound, a swirl here, a gentle lick there, a steady and intense suck on her clit. Elain had thrown her arm off her face at this point; out of the corner of his eyes, he could see her fists clenching the bedspread, one arm spread out wide. She still wasn’t looking at him, though.

She gasped as he hitched up her hips even higher; her lower body was entirely off the bed now, legs thrown over his shoulders. The heels of her feet accidentally grazed his leathery wings and Azriel let out a groan, shivers of pleasure racing down his spine.

With renewed fervor, he returned to his devouring, penetrating her sweet little slit with his expert tongue and periodically flicking it over her clit with deadly precision. Every whimper and moan and mewl Elain released turned him on a little more, and as her thighs clenched around his head like a vice, he knew she was close. And for all his intentions of making her wait, of making her beg for it, he found that he didn’t really want to wait anymore.

But he did want to see her face as she finally fell off the precipice she so deserved to reach.

“Look at me.”

Any worries that she might refuse melted away as she hesitantly lifted her head. The second her eyes met his, he grazed his teeth atop her clit.

“Oh gods - oh, that’s so good, oh fuck, I don’t-”

She stopped mid-sentence. Her lithe body tightened, and Azriel bit down gently, desperate for her to come as she was desperate for him to make her. Then, hands tangled in his hair, holding his locks like a lifeline, her pleasure reached its peak. As she shattered into a million little pieces, she sang. The melody of moans and ecstasy echoed throughout the room, and his very magic sang back, a living thing rushing through his bones, celebrating and dancing along with her. A song, just for him.

“Good, Elain, so good,” he told her. As if those words could ever fully explain the awe and reverence he felt as she continued to lose herself in her pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but he did not remove his gaze from her face. He tried to memorize every detail of that moment: her cherry-red cheeks, the honey-sweet taste coating his tongue, the way his heart was twisting in the strangest, most unfamiliar yet not unpleasant way, and nearly came himself when he felt her shaking once again, one orgasm rolling right into the next.

“Yes,” he groaned, and only then did he lift himself to watch her fall apart entirely. And of all the centuries he’d lived through, and all the things he had seen, he found himself utterly speechless at the sight of Elain Archeron climaxing beneath him.

When she finally stilled, he gave her a few seconds to catch her breath. To reorder her thoughts. After a few moments, she opened her eyes, and if Azriel thought she’d be demure or shy or anything hesitant, he was wrong. There was a naughty edge to her expression that had him biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood.

“You’re a good teacher,” she said, the corner of her mouth turning up.

“You’re a fast learner,” he told her before leaning down and capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

“Do you taste yourself?” He asked, pulling back slightly.

“Yes,” she breathed back.

“Good. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get to taste how delicious you are.”

She moaned at his words, and Azriel renewed the kiss, smiling against her lips. It was both flattering and ridiculously sexy how easily he could turn her on. Nothing had ever made him feel more masculine, more powerful.

Only with him. Only with him did this stunning female fall apart at the seams. The control she handed to him, wrapped in trust and mutual respect, was a gift he was not sure he could return. But he sure as hell would try.

His cock was straining against his pants, begging to be let out. He wasn’t sure if that was what Elain wanted, though; after all, this night was about making her feel good, not him. But fuck, he wasn’t sure if he could make it any longer without tugging on himself and relieving some of the intense pressure he’d been feeling since the second their question for a question game had begun.

His indecision turned out to be irrelevant, though, when Elain sat up on her knees and looked up at him with hesitant eyes.

“I want you inside of me. Please.”

Holy fuck. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, rising to stand at the foot of the bed. Feeling unreasonably and uncommonaly nervous, slid off his shorts.

Elain’s eyes grew so wide it was nearly comical. But the humorous feeling quickly disappeared as she let out a laugh.

His face burned.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Elain choked out between laughs. Her eyes were sparkling with restrained tears. “It’s just…” she gestured toward him. “There is no way that is going to fit inside of me!”

Azriel smirked. Truthfully, it was not the first time a female had reacted that way. “I’ll take your reaction as a compliment, then. And don’t worry,” his voice grew lower, “it will fit.”

“You promise?” she breathed, nibbling on her lower lip. By now, the action must be intentional. She may be innocent as all hell, but she had to know what she was doing to him.

“Don’t you remember?” he teased as he crawled back toward her. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

She fell back on her elbows as he approached, staring up at him, those doe brown eyes shining with anticipation, excitement and the smallest hint of fear.

He tucked a strand behind her ear. “You need to relax, ‘Lain.” She was wet and as ready as she could possibly be, but she was still so small and tight, and he was, well, rather large. It was already going to be a challenge without her body tensing up from stress. He could tell she was trying but failing to relax her mind and body alike. Indeed, as his cock came to rest against her entrance, she let out a squeak. He glanced at her.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow. “Don’t be sorry.”

His every instinct screamed to just plunge into her like he usually would, to chase his own pleasure, to fuck. But he didn’t want that with her, he realized. He wanted her writhing beneath him, wanted her begging by the time he was done with her.

And for that to happen, this first coupling had to be on her terms.

“Here,” he said, “try it like this.” Twisting his body so he was seated on the bed, he leaned against the headboard and pulled Elain on top of him.

She let out a surprised “oh!”, but her legs instinctively straddled him. Both of his hands slowly slid from her back to her hips. He’d fucked females like this before, with them on top, but never before with so much intimacy. Elain’s chest was flush against his own, bare skin against bare skin, and they were both burning. No fire had ever felt so good.

“I’ve never done it like this before,” she said. “I don’t know how.”

“Believe me,” he said, his voice surprisingly hoarse, “You can’t do it wrong.”

They stared at each other, bracing themselves. One last boundary to smash through. This final plunge, and then nothing would be the same. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but he knew what it was to have your world tilt on its axis. And that’s what he felt as he and Elain gazed into each other’s eyes, the passion between them so profound it was nearly suffocating. He felt the shivering anticipation that exists within revolution.

With a hesitant but somehow steady grace, Elain reached down and grabbed his cock in her hand. He groaned at the contact, at how perfect the pressure was.

She lifted herself up, still holding his gaze. Lowered herself against him, right over his hard manhood. They moaned in tandem, and Elain moved her hands up to his shoulders, holding herself steady as she hovered over him. The thundering duet of their hearts against the incongruence of their heavy breaths created the sweetest symphony.

She reached up and cupped his face, a strange but beautiful light in her eyes, and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sweet and soft kiss. He lost himself in that kiss; if someone had asked him his name right then, it would take him a moment to remember.

She pulled back first, pressing one last tender kiss against his cheek, and for whatever reason, his eyes started stinging. He blinked away the ridiculous tears as she sat back, let out a rattling breath, and without breaking his gaze, slowly lowered herself down.

He’d known she’d be tight but holy. Fucking. Gods. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his member began invading her silky heat.

She sucked in a breath; she was only about a third of the way down on him, but already he could tell he was stretching her inner walls more than they’d ever been stretched before. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she further impaled herself, and her core clutched at his cock like a vice.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, throwing his head back. It hit the headboard with a dull thud, but he barely noticed at all.

“Is that a good thing?” she asked, breath uneven.

Her question nearly had him coming right there and then. “It’s a very good thing,” he finally managed to choke out.

Her mouth turned up at the corners, then suddenly formed an “O” as she gasped and slid even further down his length.

He groaned. “That’s so good, Elain,” he said, his voice husky.

“I love it when you say my name,” she whispered, still continuing her descent. She was about half way down now, her pretty face screwed up in concentration.

Elain,” he murmured, lips grazing the side of her neck. “Elain.” He placed a searing kiss on her forehead. “Elain.” Teeth nipped at her earlobe.

She moaned, body loosening at his kisses. And that relaxing of muscles is what finally allowed her to take him all the way.

They sucked in a collective breath as her hips settled against his. She was so mind-meltingly tight, fit him so perfectly, that Azriel was dumbfounded for a moment. He stayed still for a few moments, letting both of them adjust. Elain was panting heavily, her body shaking. But he didn’t know how much longer he could wait.

“Can I move?” He asked, and if his voice was nothing more than a desperate plea, he could not bear witness.

“Yes,” she said, nodding frantically. “Please.”

A better male might have waited longer. Might have given her more time to adjust, might have made sure she was really, truly ready. But Azriel had never claimed to be a good male.

His hands, still braced on her waist, pulled her down as his hips simultaneously slammed upwards, plunging into her depths. Elain cried out, and he would be worried she was in pain if it weren’t for the new rush of wetness that slickened the inside of her, a warm and watery welcome for him.

They fell into a steady, controlled rhythm. Her perky breasts bounced with every thrust and the syrupy, slapping sounds between them were the sweetest things he’d ever heard. Then she moaned louder than ever before, and he changed his mind; that was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard: the song she sang, just for him.

She felt so good he couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe he had lived over 500 years and was just now experiencing the pure bliss that was Elain Archeron’s beautiful cunt.

“Fucking hells, you feel so good,” he told her. “So -” he paused and thrust upwards, “fucking” - another thrust - “good.” He punctuated the sentence with his hardest thrust yet.

Her eyes were so dark, so hooded, and he’d never been so turned on in his godsdamned life, and he was groaning so much he might have been embarrassed if he hadn’t been nearly delusional with desire. Peeking over Elain’s shoulder, he got the most perfect view of her heart-shaped ass bouncing on his cock. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and his molten desire became nearly blinding as he grabbed a handful of cheeks in both palms, pulling them taut and then pushing them together, over and over.

“Oh, Az, I-I-” she babbled, tossing her head back, her creamy neck shining in the pale moonlight and hair cascading down her back like a rushing waterfall, so long the tips of her ringlets grazed her lower back.

He couldn’t help himself. He slapped her ass.

She let out a little squeak that softened into a languorous moan.

“You like that?” He questioned, internally thrilled. She really was perfect. Sweet and “innocent” Elain Archeron, enjoying the bit of pain he had introduced to her.

She didn’t respond, choosing instead to bury her head in the crook of his neck and suck her own mark there.

Az groaned again. “Naughty girl. Not responding to a simple question, but making sure the world knows I’m hers?”

In one fluid motion, and without removing his cock from her delicious heat, he flipped Elain onto her back. They moaned together at the new position, at the way his cock angled deep inside her. He slid in and out of her, steady and sure, and she met his every movement with unrestrained passion, hips rising to meet his every thrust.

He propped himself up on his elbows so that their chests were no longer in contact. The only parts of them touching were his dick and her core, and he slid in so easily, and the heady, buzzing urgency encircling them was an endless feedback loop of desire.

Through the dizzying hum of pleasure, a realization flashed across his mind, bright and true as lightning. This was it. This was the best he’s ever had. The best he would ever have. He didn’t know what the future held for him and Elain - refused to even think about it, especially now - but now that he’s had her, now that he’s been inside her and heard her moans of pleasure and seen the way her face looks when she comes….now, he knew that this would not be the last time. It couldn’t be. He didn’t know what anything meant beyond that, but he knew Elain, body and mind and soul, and for now, that was enough.

***

She could drown in this, Elain decided. The pleasure, the want, the push and pull that unified and connected more than just their bodies - it was as if an electric current was traveling through her very veins, and every piece of her touched by Azriel became charged with that fierce and flaming energy, too. Or maybe it was the other way around? Maybe he was the source of the current and she was the conduit breathing life into every new movement. Or maybe, just maybe, it was two separate currents finding each other among the endless expanse of the sea, a happy coincidence or a terrifyingly beautiful work of captivating fate. She didn’t know. But she knew she would happily sink beneath the waves and rest forever on the ocean floor if this is what surrender felt like.

The pleasure was so intense her eyes continued to droop, begging her to admit defeat and let them close, but she didn’t want to stop looking at Azriel. Couldn’t stop herself from cataloging every little detail she could. The sweat beading on his forehead. The bulging muscles, taut and protruding, in his biceps that pulsed with every new thrust. The burning glow in his hazel eyes as he stared down at her, gleaming gold ringing his dark pupils like the rays of the sun.

She was drowning, but she wanted it. She wanted to suffocate and choke on the rushing, unstoppable waves if it meant getting to feel his hands on his body. If it meant getting to die such a sweet death.

“Az,” she moaned, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her breasts heaved tantalizingly with his every thrust. As if enthralled by the sight, he dipped down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking relentlessly. Her back arched, granting him better access.

“Az!” she cried again, louder this time.

“Yes?” he murmured, switching to the other breast, continuing his steady and slow thrusts.

It hit her, then, that he was holding himself back. That he was not giving her everything he could. This male was a warrior, fearsome to behold, and here he was, pumping into her like she was glass, like one too-forceful thrust would shatter her. It was sweet, in a way, and she knew he was doing it for her sake. Knew he wanted this to be about her and not him, and that he didn’t want to hurt or scare her.

But she didn’t want him to be gentle. Didn’t want him to be careful and considerate, didn’t want him to hold back any part of himself. No, she just wanted him. Wanted it real.

And she knew just how to get what she wanted.

***

“I can’t help but think you’re going easy on me.”

He froze, halfway out of her. Stared down at her. Took in the teasing glint in her doe-eyes, the heady flush of pleasure coloring her skin.

“What are you saying, Elain?” he asked as began entering her again, keeping the leisurely pace. “Are you saying you want more?” He pushed forward a little harder this time, enjoying the way her mouth fell open. Enjoyed the moan she let out even more. But she gave no other response, just greedily raised her hips to meet his own.

He halted entirely. “Answer me.”

She met his gaze, and there was no shyness there, no hesitation. “Yes, I want more. I want everything you can give me.” She rolled her hips in emphasis. “I don’t want you to hold back at all. I want you to fuck me.”

He needed no further encouragement. Whatever she wanted, he would give her. He took a thigh in each hand and pushed back until she was spread as wide as she could go. Settled between her, lifting himself up to reach the new angle, and slid home.

This time, he did not go gently. He pounded into her relentlessly, his blood boiling, a roaring echoing in his head but that did not, thankfully, drown out the moans and groans coming out of Elain. The faster and harder pace, the unrestrained ecstasy etched upon her face, the tugging of some unknown force on his ruin of a heart - he could not hang on much longer.

“Elain,” he grunted out, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” she gasped, fingernails sinking into his forearms as she tried to clutch him even closer.

“Come with me” he said, and speaking the words aloud made him realize that it wasn't just a want. He needed them to fall off that precipice together. It felt as vital and necessary as air itself. Licking two fingers, he snaked them between their bodies and found the nub atop her entrance; he began to circle it as furiously as he was fucking her.

It did not take long, for either of them. The pressure built and built within him until he could not take it any longer, his desire a tangible force ricocheting through him. He managed to croak out her name in warning, but it didn’t matter: she was right along there with him, and as he stilled, she shook. Tremors of pure pleasure vibrated throughout her entire being. As her cunt clenched around his member, he broke and spilled his seed inside of her, the force of it stronger than ever before, and his vision blurred as stars flashed across his darkened sight, and Elain’s screams were the sweetest music his ears had ever heard, and nothing--nothing--had ever felt more real.

***

Their bodies were twisted together; she did not know where she began or he ended, only knew that in this moment, they were as intertwined like roots, an endless and infinite tangle. Azriel lay on top of her, more of his weight pressing down then she knew he meant to put on her, exhausted as he was. But she was glad for it. She wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped around each other and still connected at the center, like they were two parts of a whole, never to be separated.

A few minutes passed as they both tried to catch their breath, until finally Azriel seemed to rouse himself from whatever stupor he’d been in.

“Sorry,” he murmured, rolling off of her. His departure left a cold emptiness at her core, and she let out a small whimper at the loss of contact. Twisting to face him, their eyes met. Her stomach fluttered as they remained fixed on each other, and if she wasn’t mistaken, something more than lust flashed across his face. But it was dark and the moonlight seeping through the window left strange and contoured shadows upon the room, so she could not be sure.

She was sure, though, of the moment the spell broke. Azriel cleared his throat and glanced toward his clothes strewn about the floor. When he opened his mouth to speak, Elain cut across him, already knowing what he was about to say.

“Stay.”

He regarded her in silence for a long moment, studying her with those penetrating eyes. But she had nothing to hide. He’d seen her all, and she’d seen him too (she had always seen him), however much he might pretend otherwise.

“Please.”

If it was her simple plea or the sincerity etched upon her face or his own desire that convinced him in the end, she wasn’t sure. He nodded in acceptance, and that was all she cared about.

Elain pushed back the covers and patted the mattress. He settled down beside her, not touching but close enough to feel the shared heat from their still-naked bodies. She threw the covers over them. A comfortable silence engulfed the two; both were lost in the daze of pleasure and their own thoughts as they lay on their sides, staring at each other. And for all her thinking that their coupling had felt like drowning beneath the sweetest sea, she was starting to believe it was actually a very different sensation.

“That felt like flying,” she whispered, realizing a moment later she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.

There was no mistaking the light in his eyes, then. “That’s very beautiful,” he murmured, and wrapped a wing around her, pulling her body flush against his own, and the warmth and security that settled over her felt a little bit like home.

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Baby Pull Me Closer (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: In one of the short pauses between his punches Calum feels a tap on his shoulder and it breaks his concentration, making him turn around and pull his headphones out when he sees his boyfriend standing there. "Well, hello. What's the occasion?" He wonders, referring to Luke's choice in attire.

The blonde is clad tight short shorts, the black cotton ones that look straight out of an American Apparel ad, and a loose, but shorter than his normal, shirt. "Just came to see if I could motivate you since I know you've been wanting to push yourself harder when you workout."

Or: Luke distracts Calum from his workout.

Bare (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance calum/ashton E, 2k

Summary: When Calum made that bet with Ashton, he did not know he was gonna lose, which meant he had to do anything Ashton wanted. At first it was alright but after five days, his frustration got the best of him. Calum wanted revenge. If Ashton wanted a bare Calum, he was going to get a bare Calum.

Confession (ao3) - DarkGnome luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Luke is a devout Catholic. Sundays are his day where he demonstrates his faith and puts distance between him and his boyfriend. However, Ashton isn’t a fan of the word no.

_______

Or the one who Ashton shows up at church and fucks Luke in a confessional booth.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

five stars every time that you come through (ao3) - tutorgirl luke/ashton E, 6k

Summary: date night is a tradition in their relationship that ashton takes very seriously.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight OT4 E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept--almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke's only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer--the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he's thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

(This isn't a slavery au in the way that you think it is.)

He's A Go-Getter, He's Everybody's Type (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: "Lukey, if you get up right now," He starts, reaching his hand down under the covers and rubbing his hand over the swell of Luke's ass, "I promise I'll eat you out and fuck you later."

Luke's eyes pop open and he turns his head backward toward Michael. "You promise?"

Or: Michael convinces Luke to get out of bed.

Howdy, Partner - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 7k

Summary: When Ashton slipped on that tasseled jacket and those boots, he fucking knew what he was doing.

When he strolled into the party with a bright dimpled grin, put two long fingers on the brim of his hat and tipped it to Calum with a gruff, “Howdy, partner,” he’d known full fucking well what he was doing.

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton, ashton/ofc M, 43k

Summary: The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood.

Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

i want you to want me this way (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 6k

Summary: Luke just wants to show Ashton how pretty he looks. Ashton wants to ruin him.

Kiss Me On The Battlefield, Show Me What It's Like To Feel (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: Luke was in temporary heaven, knowing the small moment of tenderness with Calum would never last but he was content for the moment. Calum had graciously given him what he wanted and removed the cock cage, leaving the ring around the base that was meant to keep Luke hard, and he'd even gone so far as to use his perfect hands and jerk Luke off very slowly so as not to overexcite him too fast. Luke was the personification of blissed out, lying on his back on the couch with Calum next to him, just this side of breathless at the feeling of being touched after so long without it.

Or: Calum plays with Luke.

Maelstrom (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 225k

Summary: Ashton is struggling, Luke is hiding, and Michael and Calum just want to make things work. (And maybe Ashton and Luke fall in love too. Maybe.)

Step Into Your Skin? I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 4k

Summary: He liked to call Ashton "daddy" quite a bit when they were alone, and not just in bed. He liked to call him that when he was feeling a bit smaller and more vulnerable, and Ashton liked when Luke called him that. He loved taking care of his baby, he loved taking control.

sucker for the way that you move, babe (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: “C'mon, baby boy,” Luke whispered, leaning down to bite gently on the older man's ear lobe as he fisted Ashton's throbbing cock, drawing a desperate whine from him. “Gonna cum on my cock, Ashy? Gonna cum from daddy fucking you open and making you moan loud enough for everyone to hear you?”

Luke looks after Ashton better than anyone ever has and they can't get enough of each other.

Taking His Time On His Ride (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 4k

Summary: Michael is the heir to the Clifford Enterprise.

We Were In Screaming Colour (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: He was sharp blue eyes and an impeccable quiff, pale skin -the colour of a peach not yet ripe- and long limbs.

He was quirked eyebrows and teeth marks bitten into plump bottom lips, white socks with dirty soles and dimpled cheeks

~~~

Purple hued bruises were sat at the junction of Luke throat and collarbones, scattered themselves across his shoulders and resided on his thighs, fading and splotched.

It was ownership.

You Gon' Have To Do It At My Tempo (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/everyone, michael/calum, michael/ashton, calum/ashton E, 4k

Summary: "Why don't you have another competition?" He suggests, his voice small and unsure.

The boys seem caught off guard by that, all glancing at each other in a silent conversation before Calum bites his lip and looks back at Luke. "Alright, what kind of competition did you want this time then?"

Luke's surprised that they're going with his idea, so he needs another second to think before he's got another decent idea that mostly benefits him and his neglected dick. "Why not like, a blowjob competition?" The boys look confused now, their heads tilted to the side like puppies, so Luke explains. "Like, you get a minute to blow me and whoever does the best gets to touch me first."

Or: The boys have a competition to see who gets to touch Luke first.

You Got My Permission To Do What You Like (ao3) - senioritastyles OT4 E, 3k

Summary: "Ashy, you haven't stopped working since we came home." Luke mutters from his place near Ashton's head, tugging gently on the oldest boy's curls. "You never spend any time with us anymore and you're running yourself into the ground here."

"Yeah, babe when was the last time you weren't alone down here working on a song?" Calum wonders, although his tone says he already knows the answer and that Ashton really isn't supposed to say anything.

Michael sighs loudly and stands up. "You're coming with us right now and we are going to force you to relax."

Or: The boys help Ashton relax.

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Add It Up (ao3) - leftennant darcy/loki, jane/thor, pepper/tony E, 125k

Summary: Loki and Darcy have been dancing around each other ever since they were paired up as a team at S.H.I.E.L.D. by Nick Fury. When they both end up up in his apartment after saving the world, things finally hit the boiling point.

Bang My Boyfriend (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky, steve/everyone E, 20k

Summary: Bucky arranges to fulfill one of Steve's darkest fantasies: getting gangbanged by all of the Avengers.

But If You're Touching, I'll Make It Better (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain bucky/steve/tony E, 19k

Summary: “What about Capsicle?” Tony asks.

Barnes’s smirk grows. “What about him?”

Tony gives him a flat look and puts his hands on his hips. “Well, not that it’s not a pleasant surprise to see Robocop offering himself to me like some strippergram – but I really don’t feel like getting the smackdown from your boyfriend once he’d find out.”

The entire time he’s talking, Barnes is raising his eyebrows and looking at him with an over exaggerated interest; quirking his mouth as if to say, 'Oh, really, do tell me more, that’s so interesting.' There’s a split second after the last word is out when Tony watches grey eyes flicker off of him to just behind Tony, and he doesn’t even get the chance to wonder what the fuck he’s looking at--

When he hears his door shut and suddenly Rogers’s voice is right behind his left ear.

“Who says I wouldn’t like it?” the Captain murmurs, and Tony freezes.

Forms of Love (ao3) - bear_bell bucky/tony E, 33k

Summary: Months after the Avengers' dispute in Germany, the team returns to the US and moves back into the tower. As always, everyone pretends that nothing happened. Tony is just fine with this. He's used to pretending, and he'll be damned if he lets any of them see him flinch.

Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.

Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.

Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.

Fucking Tony Stark (ao3) - ohstonymystony tony/everyone E, 4k

Summary: Loki gives Tony a pussy and the avengers fuck it. Thats it.

Got Me Going Crazy (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stevie?” Bucky growled, his voice deep and husky, straddling Steve’s hips, pushing him down onto the sofa, pinning his arms above his head.

“Bucky, what is – oh,” Steve frowned, then, thankful that this was Bucky, not a lapse into the Winter Soldier, and he smiled cheekily, “no.”

“God, baby doll,” Bucky growled in Steve’s ear, rolling his hips against Steve’s, so that he could feel just how hard he was for him, “you’re so perfect, fuck, gettin’ me all hot and bothered. Do you even know what you’re doin’ half the time?”

Steve arched his back instinctively and melted in Bucky’s touch, in his voice, in the lips that were mouthing along his jaw, nipping lightly at firm skin, making him whine, before, “I’m not doin’ anythin’.”

Bucky tightened his grip on Steve’s wrists above his head, rolling his hips again, grinding down on the blond, both of them straining in the restrictions of their clothes, “oh, yeah, then what’s caused this?”

Basically, the one in which Steve is an oblivious sweetheart and Bucky doesn't know how to deal with that.

Hate doesn't even describe it (ao3) - elcapitan_rogers steve/natasha E, 153k

Summary: Steve hated Natasha. Natasha hated Steve. Everything was fine until their parents decided to fuck shit up for them...

Legs As White as Sugar, Candy on the Window Sill (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Steve's a fucking little tease. The worst part is he knows it.

‘Cause Steve’s still got those fucking black-rimmed glasses on, but the beanie’s gone and his hair is perfectly styled like one of those rich kids whose parents could afford to send them to prep school. Bucky’s zipper scrapes against his sudden and uncontrollable erection when Steve walks onto the stage wearing a motherfucking schoolboy uniform – white button-up tee shirt and tie and fucking crest and everything.

Long Distance (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony E, 44k

Summary: At the end of a bad day, Tony gets drunk and texts Rhodey all his woes. Except he typed the wrong number, and has been texting someone named Steve– who is blond, 28, teaches art and somehow charmed by Tonys drunk rambles. One conversation turns into another, and soon they are texting and talking and flirting every day for weeks until Tony finally takes a chance and asks Steve to meet in person. Steve replies that he and his boyfriend Bucky would be thrilled to meet. Devastated, and feeling betrayed, Tony stops talking to Steve all together, and their budding relationship comes to a screeching halt. But Bucky has been eavesdropping on their conversations and texts and is halfway in love with Tony too, so he takes it upon himself to fix the rift between Steve and Tony. Tony isn’t sure about it at first, but after some cute videos, sexy selfies, several date nights, Tony starts to think that the three of them may actually work. Can Bucky and Steve convince Tony there is enough room in their bed and their arms for each other AND him? Will this Long Distance texting and phone call relationship ever make it into the same zip code?

Making A Splash! (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky E, 63k

Summary: When Steve Rogers was eleven years old, he fell from a boat into deep ocean water. What saved him was another boy in the water; he saved Steve with a kiss.

Steve couldn't even be sure the boy was real, because he disappeared right after Steve's rescue, leaving Steve to pursue a meandering life on land, until he finally settled back at the beach as a county lifeguard.

When Steve falls into deep water again as an adult, his mysterious guardian from the water reappears, and this time he's sticking around.

Moving Home (ao3) - loves_buckybarnes layla el-faouly/steven/marc E, 38k

Summary: Layla is missing living in Cairo so she asks Steven and Marc if they want to move to Cairo, her father left her the house in her name, the house she grew up in, so they decide to go visit and see if they want to live there.

Omega Interrupted (ao3) - pandafish steve/bucky E, 80k

Summary: Bucky isn't a normal omega. He hasn't hit his first proper heat yet, but still it feels like he's in an almost constant state of heat. His sexual dysfunction causes the omega boarding school where he goes to send him to a clinic meant to deal with this stuff - a massive brick mansion in the middle of the beautiful woods. When Dr Steve Rogers, expert in omega medicine, sees Bucky however he's perplexed. He's never seen an omega with this particular problem before, especially not in someone so young.

So Steve decides to take him in, and since he doesn't quite know how to treat him, he just needs to experiment. And soon Bucky finds himself spending his days strapped to a chair or bench being subjected to all kinds of pleasurable machines and medical treatments by a very handsome alpha doctor...

Perfect Body (ao3) - IronShield steve/tony E, 12k

Summary: Steve Rogers is struggling with his sexual desires, he doesn't know if he should share them with anyone. One day, out of curiosity he reads some SteveXTony fanfiction and Tony wonders if the fanfic matches up the the real deal. The first chapter sets it up, chapter 2 and on will contain all the smut!

Salt, Sweat, Sugar (ao3) - RockSaltAndRoll steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Bucky has worked for the Adult Entertainment Industry for a couple of years now while he sees himself through college. The money is good, the people are great and the sex is awesome - altogether it’s great fun. It gets better the day he gets paired up with new guy Steve Rogers who is just about the cutest barely legal twink that Bucky has ever seen in his life.

The Feelings I Hold Start Bleeding Out (ao3) - astudyinsolitude steve/bucky E, 9k

Summary: Steve's most closely guarded secret was that he was a submissive, and a hell of a strong one at that. A secret is, problematically, not conducive to super-serum enhanced needs for subspace.

An impending subdrop, a mission gone wrong, and an unlikely dom. Will he be enough to put Steve back together?

twisted round your finger (ao3) - kiss_me_cassie clint/natasha E, 1k

Summary: Two times Natasha gets the best of Clint and one time he does the same to her.

Unsuitable Breeding Stock (ao3) - sarahyellow steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: “You fucking son of a bitch!” Steve is spitting out, furious. His face is going red, poor thing, and Bucky feels a twinge of guilt for having smiled. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging it.

“Calm down, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Bucky brings his omega home.

You Have to Admire a Man with a Plan (ao3) - Imogen_Penn darcy/steve M, 5k

Summary: This is in response to a prompt from lagirl90 on tumblr: "Can I ask for some Darcy/Steve, where they meet and he's not pulling the shy guy. I'm dying to see him actually pursue her affections."

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #smut #sex tw #shamelesssmut #shamelesssmut masterlist #masterlists

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kitchenisking · 5 months

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Sterek Fic Rec

Sixth Night of Chunnuka

Oh my (let me look at those eyes) by Gorgeousgreymatter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 41,359, sterek)

A few months ago, he might’ve been able to solve this with some force—a little man-handling, a snarl, a glimpse of teeth. But he looks at Stiles’s broken face, knows he’s seen too much horror and blood and evil, the whole Big Bad Wolf routine is just going to fall flat. Because Derek looks at Stiles and he doesn’t carry himself like a teenager anymore. He carries himself like a soldier.

A quickie in the janitors closet by pizzz_10 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 842, sterek)

Stiles wanted to go lunch after class, but Derek has other ideas

Happy Birthday Vanessa! by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,653, sterek)

Stiles was just trying to have a little me time in his favourite secret outfit with his favourite toy, why does Derek always have to burst in unannounced and more importantly was his sex life about to get a little more interesting?

Always Yours by Anonymous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,631, sterek)

Stiles was always meant for Derek

And Derek was always meant for Stiles

I don't like the way you smell by shamelesssmut - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,280, sterek)

Stiles opened the door and gasped when he saw someone sitting on his bed. He was ready to scream when he recognized that someone. "Derek?! Are you crazy? You scared me." He grumbled as he took a deep breath.

Moment of Clarity by Marishna - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,704, sterek)

"Is this for sure what you've been smelling in the preserve and can you track it?" Deaton asked, offering him a small bowl. Stiles felt like stepping out and slapping it from Derek's hands but Derek brought it to his face and sniffed deeper than at the Jeep before anyone could suggest that this might be a supremely bad idea.

Not that any of their ideas as a collective pack were winners, but this was actively bad.

Broken Car, Lemon Bar by inhystereks - (Rating: Mature, Words: 27,884, sterek)

Stiles got out of his car so whoever was coming wouldn't think he was just being an asshole and stopped in the middle of the road on purpose. He almost laughed when he caught sight of the approaching car. A black Camaro. Which meant Derek Hale was the one slowing down to pull up behind him. The town mechanic and also the scariest fucker around.

Oh, sweet irony.

He was exactly the person Stiles desperately needed and was also terrified of.

Perfect.

The hurry's gonna bring you to your knees. by Alysaria_Jones - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,640, sterek)

Stiles is experiencing an odd side effect of the witches curse. Strangely enough, he finds that Derek is the only one who can dull the ache between his thighs.

The Greatest Grief by thedevilyousay - (Rating: T, Words: 3,024, sterek)

When Derek wakes up to the familiar touch of his husband, he has one moment of pure, unspoiled happiness before he remembers that Stiles died almost a year ago to the day. The ghost in his bed is just that: a ghost. Except for the one time it isn't.

Slipping Through My Fingers by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,794, sterek)

Derek was once again struck with that weird craving he sometimes got. That itch in the center of his palm, the flex in his fingers, a coldness in his shoulder. He really wanted to hold Stiles’ hand. He needed it.

In which Derek doesn't know how to ask for what he wants and Stiles is oblivious until feelings get hurt. Then happiness. That's it. That's the fic.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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mayberobbsa · 7 months

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some robbsa fic recs

mostly doing this because while i've read some of these, there's a lot i haven't had the time to, and my ao3 bookmarks are overflowing with various fandoms so it's hard to find bookmarked works for this niche ship :,) if this helps any other robbsa lovers out there, then it's all well and good <3 (they're in no particular order btw) some are pwp, while others have plot; some are modern au, while others are canon aus will probably come back to this to add works that i really like or that i really wanna read not SoHereWeAre doing god's work btw :,) NOTE: please read the tags of any fic you start reading off of this list :,)

A Soul Of Ice And Fire by AnnaLiss17

Summary: Some say it is where you step in and never come back as it is a gate between the living and the dead. Others claim it to be the home of the wildlings and the wildest animals and a few of them claimed to hear their howl at night. But the elders have the most interesting story about it. They say it is both, a gate and home for the wildest, not to wildlings or other beasts, but to the White Walkers. As far as the stories go, the Forbidden Forest is where some White Walkers lose themselves from the rest as it is a gate between the living and what is beyond the Wall. They are said to be wandering around looking for new victims to fill the loneliness as well as the army with new members and that with a single touch to your skin... they can make you one of theirs. When Rickon Stark gets touched by one, he remains unchanged. Trying to discover what's so special about him, he learns that he actually has five siblings and not three...

When a Man's Blood is Up... by ShadedSteel

Summary: Robb is storming King's Landing, and Sansa calls to mind advice she was given by Cersei during the Battle of the Blackwater. She really hopes that Cersei spoke true...

Bearing Down on Blackened Skies by WolfEris

Summary: Arya watches the men who watch her sister.

Wolfish Desires by Red Wolf (thewrittenfae)

Summary: Something changes between Robb and Sansa in a spark of an instant and their relationship becomes something so much more during the heat of the night, and the teasing minutes of the day.

Summer Wine by Anonymous

Summary: Robb was always her favourite. Her first kiss in the godswood. His lips upon her own. A secret neither of them could share with anyone but each other. One small request of her brother, that he bestow upon her a simple kiss, ignited a fire between Sansa and Robb that could not be extinguished. Sansa and Robb's relationship became something more than mere innocent love between brother and sister. A passion that even the gods would tremble to witness blossomed between them. Their forbidden relationship was doomed from the very first moment their lips met.

Work No. 3 by MrDark

Summary: "Maybe I want to get laid while I'm in town. Someone new for a change. I'm tired of southern men."

Paper Thorns by Jeanettesc for kittensjonsa

Summary: A Robbsa fic based on Flowers in the Attic. For Jonsaforlife by request The Stark's are happy in their lives when tragedy strikes and they are forced to leave everything they have ever known. Putting all faith in their mother, the Stark children, in isolation, come to rely on each other far more than they ever thought possible.

I'm always watching you out of the corner of my eye by shamelesssmut

Summary: Robb smiled at Margaery and took her hand in his, leaning to kiss it softly before he let it go. He glanced at his mother and from the pleased smile on her face he knew that he was fooling his parents well enough. He had brought Margaery over to spend the weekend with his family and had introduced her as his girlfriend. And she certainly wasn't his girlfriend. Not even close. He had someone else in mind. Someone who was currently sitting across from him, talking to Arya and Bran. She laughed softly at something Bran had said and then pushed her red hair out of her face and Robb let out a quiet breath before he looked away. Feeling like he was getting drunk on simply the sight of her he reminded sane enough to remember that he shouldn’t be caught staring at his sister for too long. Yes, he was talking about his sister.

that gold mine changed you by orphan_account

Table Manners by badkingdom

Summary: Robb catches Sansa in a compromising position with Jon and decides to lend a helping hand. Unfortunately for Sansa, Jon and Robb aren't the only ones at the dinner table intent on seeing her suffer.

The Middle Child by jctn1234

Summary: Arya has a hard time relating to people in her family, especially her two older siblings. After a big fight, Robb and Sansa may regret the things they say to her.

No other place to be by snowflakesandloverskisses

Summary: It is Jon's duty to guard Sansa's door and make sure she's safe when there are visiting Lords at Winterfell. He's expecting a calm night, nothing ever happens, anyways. Instead, he witnesses her and her brother in a position no pair of siblings should be in.

Rows of White by WolfEris

Summary: The King in the North is handsome and young and unmarried. The Queen in the South, Daenerys, comes to Winterfell in hopes of a closer alliance with the Starks. While there, she and her court struggle to make sense of the worst kept secret in the North.

Not Be Long Hidden by honey_wheeler

Summary: “Are you never to be sated?” Jon asks with a groan when he wakes in the night and finds Robb pressed against Sansa’s back like a spoon in a drawer, his cock moving inside her as she half-sleeps, humming vaguely with drowsy pleasure. Robb doesn’t respond. He’s begun to worry that the answer is no.

Snow in our Bones by charleybradburies

The Heart Is A Wolf by SoHereWeAre

Summary: The Wars have ended. Jon and Sansa are King and Queen in the North to subside unrest and Winterfell has risen from its ashes. Winter has finally ended. Spring has come and with it an entity to awaken the deadened hearts of the living as a feral, powerful man emerges from the Wolfswood to rescue Sansa from peril. Sansa discovers Robb has come back an altered, dangerous being with dark desires and an intense obsession for his sister. She, in turn, experiences a forbidden awakening of her own as she is inexplicably drawn to her estranged brother with an illicit passion she cannot resist. Jon is not immune to the upheaval the eldest Stark brings as he struggles with the realization of Robb's rightful claim to King In The North and Winterfell. Deeper than the political ramifications of his brother-turned-cousin's presence is the unexpected unearthing of buried feelings and yearnings which he is forced to confront as he observes Sansa growing closer to a resurrected Robb.

Close The Distance Before My Eyes by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: Sansa Storm is just trying to make her way in the world with the support of her adoptive brother, Edric. Leaving an unhappy and abusive childhood far behind, she just wants to find love and happiness in the big, bustling city of Winterfell. One night a terrifying situation turns into a chance encounter with a handsome stranger who seems to be the answer to all her dreams. However, he is not all he seems...or is he something more?

the castle by Janina

Summary: Robb and Sansa escape Winterfell to a place where they can be alone and away from prying eyes.

A Gown Of Gold, A Bed Of Red by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Sansa is Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but unfortunately Joffrey is her husband and King. Robb has been forced under obligation to join the Kingsguard as part of the agreement to spare Eddard Stark's life and adding insult to injury, Joff appoints him to stand guard at the Queen's solar while the King exercises his martial rights. However, one night Joffrey demands that Robb enters the Queen's solar, and Robb learns a terrible and damaging secret that both he and Sansa are ordered to hide from the Kingdom. (Repost)

8 by antisjw

Summary: [ Jon/Sansa & Robb/Sansa - Angst - AU with Modern Setting - Collection of Drabbles ] Robb and Jon want to protect Sansa from Joffrey. How will they do it?

Touch Of Petals, Taste Of Dew by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: When Ned becomes Robert's Hand, he sends Sansa to Highgarden rather than taking her to King's Landing with the rest of the family, leaving Robb to oversee Winterfell in his absence. Sansa leaves home a girl but returns home a woman... a woman with a secret want that has been unearthed. She recognizes the same passion in Robb and soon he also gives in to his heart's desire.

If Love Now Reigned As It Hath Been by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Set against the backdrop of the political and religious dangers in the time of King Henry VIII of England, Robb Stark and Sansa Stark find themselves at the height of favor following Robb’s ascendance as patriarch of the Stark family and Sansa’s arranged marriage to her cousin, Jon. However, family secrets loom and loyalties are tested within the Court and at home. Warning: Contains incest. Robb and Sansa are the main pairing. Please take this in consideration before starting to read this fic. Actual historical events/people intermixed with the Game Of Thrones world. (Repost) *Marking as complete. I have no intentions of working on this. See end of fic for notes.*

The Pack Survives by AnnaLiss17

Summary: Alternate Universe where the Red Wedding doesn't happen, Theon was loyal from the beginning, Jaime keeps his word and Sansa leaves King's Landing with Sandor. Warned by Bran whom Theon was sent to protect at Winterfell while Robb was at war, through his greenseeing powers, Theon rides to the Twins and warns Robb that he is going to be murdered at his uncle's wedding. Together they defeat him and the Red Wedding doesn't happen. Under Jaime's command, keeping his promise to Catelyn, the Hound brings back Sansa to his camp after she leaves with him King's Landing during the Battle of The Blackwater. Sansa is physically and mentally scarred and Robb doesn't recognize her anymore.

Then Love Is Sin, And Let Me Sinful Be by SoHereWeAre for sansafeels

Summary: Father Robb Stark has settled into his new Parish, beloved by his parishioners and the townspeople alike. His quiet, seemingly charmed life is turned upside down when his sister Sansa arrives in town. While she manages to assimilate herself into the community as a paragon of generosity and goodness, she shows an entirely different side to her priest brother in an attempt to reconnect with him and confront the past after a decade apart. Warning: Contains incest (of course) and dark themes. Fic title is from Phillip Sydney’s work: Astrophil and Stella, Sonnet 14

Night by fanetjuh

Summary: The Stark children try to rebuild their home at Winterfell. Sansa takes care of Robb's daughter Jeyne after her mother died in childbirth. And with every day that passes, Robb realises that he feels things for Sansa he shouldn't feel. And yet. They feel so right.

Silk by SoHereWeAre

Summary: For the Asoiafrarepairs Event: Day 4 : Silks/ Furs I chose Silks: Robbsa: Robb and Sansa's denials and restraints over their true wants and desires come to a head (pun intended) one night, with the assistance of some silk items.

eyeless in gaza by thefudge

Summary: She eats their seed, cries rivers of seed. Robb/Sansa/Jon

And I Will Let You In by SoHereWeAre

Warm My Flesh With Your Furs by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Robb Stark rescues Sansa from King's Landing after forming an uneasy alliance with Stannis Baratheon. Sansa is reunited with her brother whom she thought was dead, an action that changes the course of their lives forever. After returning to Winterfell safe under Robb's protection, Sansa's love for Robb develops into something more, pulled in by the strong mystical connection they have with their direwolves. The Young Wolf also gives in to the love for his sister, determined to keep The Red Wolf at his side at all costs. **** Contains Bestiality and Brother/Sister Incest. Go no further if this offends you or freaks you out. You have been duly warned.**** Everyone else.. enjoy! **** Also contains a VERY NSFW/Explicit Moodboard made for me by the ever talented sansafeels. All kinds of naughty with this one. ****

Keeping Count by emmaliza

Summary: Robb might understand Sansa goes out with other boys to keep attention from them. That doesn't mean he has to like it.

Sorry. What was the question again? by shamelesssmut

Summary: Sansa could feel Robb's eyes on her from where he was sitting across the table. She looked at him and gave him a small smile before she turned toward Jon who was sitting next to her and nodded to what he was saying. She found it a bit hard to concentrate on his words, however, because she could still feel Robb's eyes on her. What has gotten into him? He was obviously staring at her and now was not the time. Scratch that, it's never the time to have your brother stare at you like that. She looked at him again and raised an eyebrow, which made him smile a bit behind his glass of wine.

Don't Stop Swaying by SoHereWeAre

Summary: Robb and Sansa Stark attempt to handle their forbidden love for each other that developed after the tragic death of their mother. While doing their best to lead normal lives, they still cannot deny how they feel. Their relationship is tested when one traumatic night threatens to destroy them and the lives of those around them. Gentle Warning: Not a fluff piece. This has extremely dark themes. Contains incest. I can be found on Tumblr: SoHereWeAre1 Graphics made for me by the lovely Sansafeels. Thank you!!

flowers in her hair by xoxoCorinne for sansasnow

Summary: Robb braids Sansa's hair.

Starting The Pack by ASongofIceandHope

Summary: When Sansa is betrothed to Prince Aegon, Robb and Jon feel the need to take what's theirs. Not with fire and blood, of course, but in their own way.

The Northmen's Wife by kittykatknits

Summary: Sansa Stark always thought she would marry her golden prince as the songs promised. Instead, she will wed both of her brothers tomorrow. The Stark words remind all three of the battle that will soon be upon them and it's a different kind of story that leads them to their destiny. --OR-- I had an idea for an arranged marriage AU for the three of them and this reason made the most sense.

Take what's mine by Sarah_bell

Dark Nights by Jeanettesc

Summary: Robb never intended on feeling this way. Sansa, being the only family he has left in the world, craves the kind of closeness that he tries so hard to resist. Just as their relationship develops, she ends another one, not knowing the consequences will change multiple lives. This fic contains both pairings: Robsa/Jonsa (as the tags clearly indicate) it is raw and heartbreaking, and interlaced with smut.

Up for Anything by Jeanettesc, kittykatknits for Janina, angelwings80, RedMandaPanda

Summary: Sophie is back in Belfast to film retakes with Kit. Richard surprises her with a visit. The moment Sophie utters the word "Jonsa" he suggests looking up just how far GoT ships go. One search will lead to an allnighter that none of them prepared for. Or-what happens when old friends drink and discover fanfic based on the characters they play(ed) and decide to imitate art.

Yes, Your Grace by Sarah_bell

Summary: Sansa gets ready for a dance full of suitors. Robb, her King, pays her an intimate visit in her chambers before the event, to remind her who she belongs to. Afterwards, Robb rewards her. Copious power games throughout.

You are My Everything by Janina

Summary: A prompt fill from Tumblr in which pinkpixiedust2109 asked for another mobster AU where Robb is the boss. I decided to do a continuation of the first Mobster Robsa AU did, and this time Sansa was kidnapped by the Lannister's after Robb captured Jaime Lannister. Now Sansa is being returned to him. Thanks for the help, qinaliel!

I Had Me A Girl by Jeanettesc

Summary: Sansa starts it all, the passionate, forbidden physical attraction to her brother. Once Robb succumbs, emotions burn as hot as the sex. Sansa chooses flight so much more than fight leaving Robb confused and broken hearted again and again. This is RobbxSansa and there is smut in every chapter.

Close your eyes and imagine he's here by Sarah_bell

Summary: Sansa loves it when Robb whispers in her ear as he takes her. Tonight, though, he's about to plant the seed of an idea in her mind about her brother Jon...

please forgive me, father by kingandqueeninthenorth

Summary: Her voice was distinct. The sound was full and penetrating, and Sansa could hear an accent. “I see you, Sansa Stark. And I see your brother.”

Rise from the Ashes by Janina

Summary: Robb and Sansa lose their family in a house fire, and as they grieve they find themselves becoming increasingly dependent on one another. Feelings begin to develop that neither planned on or know how to deal with.

#robbsa #robb x sansa #robb stark x sansa stark #sansa stark #robb stark #robbsa fanfic #fic recs #robbsa fic recs

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lemonluvgirl · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day Short

(A Christmas for 3 Outtake)

Rating: E

Here’s a little Everlark P+K+P holiday outtake! Hope you all like it! Thank you to @heathersaid for coming in last minute to beta on this! You’re awesome heather! Also read on AO3 as part of the Everlark for 3 series!

Peeta tapped nervously on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn red. He glanced at the clock on the dash. The time was 6:22.

He was already more than twenty minutes late. His girlfriend was going to be upset.

The light turned green an eternity later and he continued to drive. He had to remind himself not to speed. He didn't want to be delayed further by getting a ticket, and his drive home was full of speed traps.

Five minutes later he pulled up to the small green American craftsman, still covered in a hearty dusting of February snow, that he now called home. He had moved in a little over a month ago. At first it had been strange not living above the bakery anymore. It added an extra fifteen minutes to his morning routine. And another fifteen minutes coming home.

Peeta put the car in park and turned off the engine. He pulled his coat on in a hurry, grabbed his belongings, and practically bounded out of the car and up to the front door. He wasn’t particularly fond of the lengthened wait time he had to endure before he could get home and relax.

He slipped his key into the lock one-handed as he balanced the large box of Valentine’s day specialty cakes (that would hopefully be welcome surprises), and opened the door with barely contained excitement. He had spent an inordinate amount of time baking and decorating them to resemble boxes of Valentine's day chocolates.

He had been looking forward to coming home all day, and revealing the cakes, so those extra fifteen minutes on top of having to close late had really gotten on his nerves during the drive home.

But there were benefits. Sometimes the added time helped build up anticipation when he was coming home. Like right now. He had been planning this Valentine’s Day celebration for weeks. He had hoped to be here in time to help with dinner, but he guessed that was probably hoping for too much.

Peeta shrugged out of his coat and hung it up on the coat rack. The house was pleasantly warm and it smelled like something good was cooking but he didn't hear the tell-tale hustle and bustle of a busy kitchen. He guessed he had missed his chance to help cook. Peeta sighed inwardly, hating that on Valentine's day of all days he hadn't been able to whip up something special for his heart's true love.

He was setting the cake box down on the coffee table when he heard some small sounds floating in from the kitchen. It sounded like his girlfriend’s voice, but it was a tad too breathy and high to be coming from a regular conversation.

In fact, he couldn’t make out any words.It was just a jumble of vowels strung together.

Peeta crept up as quietly as he could, which for him wasn’t very quiet. But she must have been too wrapped up in whatever she was doing because she didn’t hear him enter the kitchen at all.

Katniss was pushed up against the fridge, the cute little red dress with a floral print she was wearing was rucked up around her waist, exposing miles of her smooth, well-shaped, tan legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth slightly open as she moaned. Peeta’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, yeah, right there babe!” she cried as she got her neck nibbled on, at the same time she was getting fingered into oblivion.

Peeta stood there and just watched for a minute as a head of blond, slicked-back, ashen waves, belonging to the man who was kissing and fingering Katniss, traveled lower, pulling one of the little ties of her dress’s shoulder straps undone with his teeth so he could kiss the skin at her collarbone and the rounded tops of her breasts. There was a nice high blush settling over her chest. Her thighs were trembling already, which meant she was close. Peeta wondered how long they had been at it.

He surveyed the rest of the kitchen quickly. There were remnants of a meal cooked and already plated, probably tucked away in the warming tray under the oven. Katniss' black little high heels lay discarded on the floor, one near the kitchen island, and one near the fridge right next to the leg of the gray sweatpants the blond guy had on.

Peeta took him in for a moment. He was average height, but stocky and well-built. His shoulders and arms were well-developed and could be seen straining through the fabric of the comfortable white t-shirt he was wearing. His waist was trim, and he had a decent looking ass for a guy. Peeta wondered for a minute if his ass was as nicely rounded and firm as the other man's.

“Looks like you started without me,” Peeta announced loudly, interrupting them.

Katniss’ pretty gray eyes opened and took in the sight of Peeta standing in the doorway. They flashed like something hot, the look shooting right through him.

“You’re late,” Katniss replied, a hint of annoyance showing through in her voice.

“Really late,” his brother Piers added as he looked at Peeta over his shoulder, right before turning around and lowering his mouth to Katniss’ chest, nosing down the front of her dress slowly to expose more of her.

“It's Valentine’s Day. The bakery was swamped,” Peeta said in explanation, his eyes glued to the swath of tantalizing golden skin that was being revealed inch-by-inch as his brother continued his exploration of their girlfriend’s beautiful body. The other tie came undone underneath Piers’ fingers, and Peeta swore when he realized what was under her red dress.

She wasn’t even wearing a bra, for goodness sake. Katniss didn’t respond to Peeta’s excuse, instead she just let out a low moan as Piers’ tongue darted out to tease her already hard nipple. Then, a second later, Piers ripped off her tiny, red lacy underwear and threw them in Peeta’s direction.

Peeta felt a rush of blood travel through him, as he caught the underwear in hand. He didn’t feel embarrassed when he brought them up to his face to inhale his girlfriend’s scent. She smelled delicious, and she was very wet judging by the state of her panties, and the little sounds she was letting out as Piers worked her into a frenzy. The sight and the smell of her got him hard fast.

Even after all these months it was still shocking the way his body reacted to seeing his brother’s hands and mouth on the woman he loved. Instead of jealousy, he felt his heart pick up and start racing. His eyes widened to take in the sight of Katniss being turned on, and getting off to his twin brother’s ministrations. Just a minute later, Katniss was shaking and panting as her first orgasm of the night rushed through her.

“Fuck, you guys couldn’t wait 20 minutes?” Peeta asked, in a voice that betrayed how hot and bothered he was. Usually he liked to be the one to make Katniss come first with his hand, Piers usually liked to use his mouth on her. Peeta knew they were doing this on purpose.

“You couldn’t have Antonio close up? Like you said you would? He doesn’t even have a date for Valentines!” Katniss finally spoke up as she gripped the back of Piers' neck and held his face securely to her breast. She began to rock her hips against his hand, shamelessly wringing out a few aftershocks.

The sight was so erotic, and her voice was so gruff with arousal and anger that Peeta began to peel away his clothes. His aching cock was straining hard against the material of his slacks and begged for release.

“He found one last minute, so I told him I’d close,” Peeta mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt. He fumbled with a few buttons when Piers switched his mouth to Katniss’ other breast and she cried out sharply, throwing her head back against the fridge in ecstasy.

Piers’ chuckled a second later. “Bro, how many times do I have to tell you? You are too nice for your own damn good,” Piers added before going back to licking and sucking on Katniss’ perfect tits.

Peeta couldn’t help but agree internally, but outwardly he simply groaned. Watching Katniss and Piers was a certain form of torture. He wanted nothing more than to shuck his clothes and join them in their sexy foreplay.

But Katniss fixed him with a stare that had him stopping in his tracks.

“Just watch for now Peeta. No touching. That’s your punishment for making me and Piers’ wait for you on our first Valentine’s day together,” she ordered, and even though it chapped his hide to not be able to close the distance and suck one of her beautiful breasts into his mouth, or join his finger alongside his brother’s and plunge into her tight, wet heat, Peeta made himself hold back.

He looked back at Katniss with a displeased expression, but nodded. Instead of touching her, he settled for unzipping his slacks and pulling out his already rock hard shaft. He made a few lazy passes over the length, and twisted his wrist slightly before closing his hand around the head of his already weeping cock. Katniss watched him with lust-hooded eyes and licked her lips deliberately.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” Peeta hissed out as he stroked himself slightly faster.

“Ohhh--mmm!” Katniss moaned as she started to rotate her hips and grind down onto Piers’ hand, which elicited another tortured groan from Peeta. Nothing got him off faster than watching Katniss build higher and higher until she finally came.

“I love it when you make him lose control, Sweetheart,” Piers murmured as he added another finger and began to tweak Katniss’ nipple with his other hand. Piers returned his mouth to Katniss’ breast, and a moment later, she started arching her back and panting his name, all while locking gazes with Peeta as he pumped his cock in hand.

Peeta tried to sync up his rhythm with Katniss and Piers, and when he finally got it down, Katniss was calling his name too as she writhed against the door of the fridge while Piers held her up.

“Please, I want you inside me! Piers, fuck me from behind!” Katniss wailed, her eyes scrunching tightly closed and her whole body tensing. Piers wasted no time spinning Katniss around and lowering the waistband of his gray sweatpants to let his hardened dick spring free. In one smooth fluid motion, he spread Katniss’ legs and plunged into her, eliciting a strangled cry on her behalf that was so suffused with pleasure Peeta felt a shooting spark of heat travel down his spine, in what he knew was the first sign of his own orgasm.

Peeta had been holding back, but at the sound of Katniss’ imminent climax, he began to feel strained. He could tell by the way Piers’ was grunting as he fucked their girlfriend hard and fast that his twin was close to his own release as well.

“Yes!” Katniss screamed, and then Peeta saw her whole body shudder and he knew that was it.

“Oh, fuck baby, just like that! Come on my cock!” Piers shouted, as he rocked into Katniss from behind. The sight of Piers getting off on what was no doubt a spectacular one of Katniss’ orgasms almost made Peeta lose it, but he held on.

“That was so damn good,” Piers said after his orgasm had dissipated. He pulled away from Katniss and she whimpered at the loss of him. He just pulled off his shirt and used it to gently swipe at their combined fluids, which had begun to trickle down her golden-colored thighs.

“It's ok, Sweetheart, I’ll be back for you before you know it. But Peeta’s still hard, Honey, and I don’t think you’re mad at him anymore, now that you’ve come a couple times, huh?” Piers asked gently as he pressed a kiss to Katniss’ bare shoulder. When Piers looked over his shoulder at his brother, he had an amused smirk on his identically handsome face.

Peeta almost rolled his eyes at Piers’ cocky grin, but he didn’t. If he hadn’t been late, Katniss would have no doubt offered to take him in her mouth while Piers fucked her, and all three of them would have come by now.

Katniss turned around to kiss Piers on the lips deeply, and Peeta watched in fascination as their tongues tangled together.

Finally, they broke apart and Katniss let out a breathy sigh. Piers stepped away then, and Katniss turned to Peeta and held her arms out. Gone was the look of annoyance. Instead it was replaced with longing. Peeta went to her immediately.

“We really missed you. And we had no idea if we added the right amount of white wine to the sauce. And we didn’t know if it was okay to substitute canned sundried tomatoes instead of organic ones—” Katniss began to complain sullenly. Peeta brushed her dark brown hair back from her face lovingly. She sometimes had a hard time verbalizing her feelings, and often her knee-jerk response was annoyance or even anger. But once she processed her feelings, she was often very sweet.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure whatever you and Piers cooked it will be just lovely,” Peeta replied, before he couldn’t resist going in for a kiss.

Katniss let out a wonderful sound that was akin to a purr and Peeta slanted his mouth over hers at an angle to deepen the kiss. Katniss reached down gently to run her hand over the length of his erection and Peeta moaned into her mouth.

“You’re just saying that because you want to come inside me,” Katniss challenged and Peeta shook his head.

“No, I know Piers doesn't enjoy cooking as much as I do, but he’s damn good in the kitchen in a pinch,” Peeta said with a small strained chuckle as Katniss continued to slowly stroke his dick. He didn’t bother to try and say he didn’t want to come inside her because that just wasn’t true. He always wanted to come inside her. But that wasn’t why he had said what he said.

“Oh, so if it's good it's only because of Piers?” Katniss asked, pulling away from him a little. Peeta shook his head, slightly aggravated.

“No, I just meant I knew you were in excellent hands if I couldn’t be here to help you,” Peeta replied, stepping towards her again and kissing up the side of her neck.

“Hmm, yes he did come in handy while you were busy closing up for the fifth time this week,” Katniss replied playfully, looking over at Piers who shot her a lascivious grin. He had already pulled his pants back up and was simply watching the two of them flirt and argue.

“Oh, come on Katniss. I’m sorry, okay? I should have made Antonio close like we agreed. There? Happy now?” Peeta said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, breathing in her wild clean scent. She smelled like a field of wildflowers.

“No. I won’t be happy until I have your hard, thick cock pounding me until I come again Peeta. It's the least you can do to make up for being late to our Valentine's dinner,” Katniss replied as she tiptoed up and took his earlobe in her mouth, biting down just hard enough to send a shockwave of pain-laced pleasure to his dick. Peeta gasped out a curse as he pulled her closer to his body.

“Is that the apology you really want, my love? No problem. How do you want it? From behind again, against the fridge?” Peeta asked, his voice thick with desire.

“Against the fridge, yes. But not from behind, I want to watch you. So you better pick me up,” Katniss ordered, and Peeta didn’t hesitate to comply. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then he hoisted her up and let her wrap her slim legs around his torso, enjoying the warm wetness of her center pressed against his abdomen. He carried her on sure feet and pressed her back against the fridge. She shivered delightfully in his arms. Peeta licked his lips.

“You know you looked so desperate a minute ago that I really thought you were gonna fuck her with your work slacks around your ankles bro,” Piers commented with a chuckle as he leaned back against the counter.

“Well, you both made it look so incredible. And you didn’t even take your clothes all the way off. Love this red dress by the way,” Peeta told his twin and then complimented Katniss with a smile.

“I hoped you would both like it,” Katniss replied as she fiddled with the strap that had come undone. The top of her dress was still pulled down haphazardly, her tan breasts topped with terracotta-colored nipples strained against the cool air of the kitchen. Peeta stared at her, drinking in the gorgeous sight, his thumbs gently brushing against her sides.

“I think it's safe to assume by the automatic boners you gave both of us that Peeta and I like the dress, Sweetheart. You know, I never thought we’d like the same girl, much less share a girlfriend at the same time. But life is full of surprises,” Piers said with quiet amusement.

“Both of you, less talking more sexing please,” Katniss interrupted and Peeta and Piers both laughed. They often joked that Katniss had a one-track mind. Peeta leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

“I missed you too,” he said quietly. Katniss smiled a little against his lips before pouncing on his mouth. She threw herself into the kiss wholeheartedly, and it made Peeta’s heart swell with love. It made another part of him swell also.

She rubbed herself against him, her molten core lighting him up from within, as Peeta rutted his hard cock along the underside of her ass, grazing the swell of her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to watch her face as she climaxed, and fill her up with his cum before they all sat down to a nice Valentine’s dinner.

Katniss pulled him closer and removed her mouth from his so she could begin trailing kisses across his jaw, while her hands roamed across his shoulders and chest. Peeta shifted their bodies to try and align his erection with her entrance.

“Yes, please Peeta,” Katniss panted in his ear, and Peeta breathed her name once before plunging into her.

“Fuck! Yes!” Katniss cried, her nails digging into his back as he held still for a moment, just basking in the feeling of her wrapped around him. She pushed her hips forward, encouraging him to move. When Peeta did, he groaned as he withdrew almost all the way out and pushed into her again.

“You feel amazing. You’re amazing,” Peeta murmured in between thrusts, his pace picking up. Katniss encouraged him loudly to go faster and harder as she held onto his shoulders and they rocked the fridge slightly.

“Just a little more, just-just-ahh!” Katniss cried, one hand fisting in Peeta’s hair as he tried to maintain control so she could come again.

He would have reached down to circle her clit, but he was using both hands to hold her up as he pounded into her. So instead she snaked her own hand down in between their bodies and began to touch herself in time with their rhythm. Her moans became more urgent, and so did the driving of Peeta’s hips.

Peeta watched as her eyes widened for a split second, then snapped closed before she threw her head back, her dark hair wild and mussed looking against the stainless steel door of the fridge, her breasts bouncing erotically as her inner muscles started to spasm around his cock. She looked prettier than a painting.

“Peeta!” she gasped, eyes still closed. He instinctively slowed his pace but deepend his strokes, letting her ride her orgasm out slowly.

“There you go, Sweetheart, come for me. Just like that. You’re fucking gorgeous when you loose it while I’m inside you,” Peeta told her as he gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her again, over and over, as she mewled and writhed against him. He could still feel her pulsing around him, pulling him in deeper and massaging his cock so wonderfully.

“You’re milking me, Sweetheart, I love your cunt! Fuck! I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” Peeta told her and she nodded frantically.

“Come inside me, Peeta. I want to watch your face when you do!” she said just before biting down on his left shoulder.

“Oh, God!” Peeta gasped as his rhythmic thrusts faltered and he slowed, almost to a stand still. Katniss lifted her hands to his face and caressed the sides of his cheeks. He knew she was watching him, even though he had his eyes closed from the overwhelming pleasure. He pushed into her, once, twice, and then he came. He opened his eyes and her liquid-silver stare locked onto his blue gaze as he painted her soft warmth with his hot cum, and spent himself until he was empty.

It took them both a minute to come down from their high. All the while Peeta was murmuring he loved her quietly as he pressed his forehead against hers. Katniss kissed him softly and smiled at him, until finally he began to grow soft and he had to withdraw from her body.

Piers grinned at them and handed them his t-shirt so they could clean up a bit.

“That was hot,” Piers told Katniss as he helped her fix her dress and retie her straps.

“It was a fun way to kick off Valentine's night,” Katniss agreed with a cheeky laugh before swaying up on her tiptoes and kissing Piers’ nose. Piers laughed then, a wonderfully light and happy sound, and Peeta smiled at both of them.

The two people he loved most in the world, who also loved him.

Peeta was sure, right at that moment, that even if their dinner was a bit cold, and Piers would have to go looking for a clean shirt somewhere, that it was going to be the best Valentine’s day he had ever had.

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snape-et-al · 4 years

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Wow it has been TOO LONG!!! As an apology I will post the next two chapters from Snape and Other Drugs later this evening 🖤

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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 years

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Shameless Smut Masterlist

Beg (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: Omega!Dan makes his Alpha beg.

cold fingers (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualday)

Summary: it all starts because dan stole the blankets

Elastic Heart (ao3) - goldfishsunglasses

Summary: Dan Howell, age 19, and Phil Lester, age 28, meet online and enter into an “arrangement”, with Phil acting as a sugar daddy to a much younger Dan. They get along great, and the sex is phenomenal, but what happens what that stops being enough? Follow them through a whirlwind year as they dance the fine line between what is acceptable, and what they really want.

Glutton for Punishment (ao3) - cockwhoredan

Summary: It’s 2012, and Dan’s been an absolute brat. Phil takes it upon himself to teach his flatmate a lesson.

Hold Your Breath and Swallow Three Times (ao3) - indistinct_echo

Summary: Phil gets the hiccups from giving Dan a blowjob. Dan helps him get rid of them.

How To Be A Sexy Nerd - adorkablephil

Summary: “If you want something, just do it, Phil.”

Insurance (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Phil has an idea for a kind of safety net. He is quite the business man you know...

Let Me Be Your Call Boy (ao3) - auroraphilealis (athousandrosepetals), embarrassing_myself

Summary: After coming out as gay to his friends on his birthday, the last thing Dan is expecting is to be gifted a call boy as a present, let alone one that’s been paid for for the entire night. Allowing Phil to show him the ropes is his first mistake, paying him to come back every week is his second, and using him to convince his parents he really is gay is his third. As a successful lawyer, the money isn’t the problem - falling in love is.

Manic Dan (ao3) - SpiceCreamSundae

Summary: Phil was a clumsy cowboy on the hunt for the notorious bandit Manic Dan. Dan was a pyromaniac who like to seduce cute cowboys to do his bidding. Despite being in the wild west, they’re British as hell.

Only Bad Boys Will Get Good Grades (ao3) - uglyhowell

Summary: "…Perhaps the most important thing on his list, which he had decided on the day he set foot into his English Language classroom, was making Mr. Lester’s life hell.”

Private Pool (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan and Phil, Martyn and Cornelia in Miami. Phil found them a suite with a private pool, and he has plans. Dan agrees but for a price. They are both very satisfied with their arrangement.

straight as a rainbow (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In where Dan and Phil are heterosexual teens who give each other blowjobs- but they're not gay, no, they're just helping each other out.

Sweet Nothings (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan needs a sugar fix so Phil helps him out.

The One Where They're Super Domestic (ao3) - goldfishsunglasses

Summary: Fluffy domestic phan with a generous helping of smut

The Sexy Seven Second Challenge (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Sometimes Phil gets that wide-eyed look when he gets an idea he knows is ridiculous but he’s going with it anyway. He’s looking like that now, gazing over the top of his phone and suggesting they play the Seven Second Challenge.

To the shop and back (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan does the laundry, but Phil needs his jeans.

Wear A Warning (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: Phil Lester is an assassin. Dan Howell just so happens to be in his way.

What Would You Do for 14 Million Pounds? (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: If you told Phil Lester in 2017 about the plans he made for September 30th, 2020…he would have laughed in your face. He would have told you that you were crazy and that he wouldn’t do that for “a million pounds”.

But what about 14 million?

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jokersslutbucket · 4 years

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Birthday Cake

shameless smut :^) joker x reader

It was the evening of Joker's birthday and you hadn't seen him since the morning as he'd left to attend to some business at a club he owned in one of the rougher parts of Gotham. He hadn't filled you in on whatever had been going on completely but from what you'd heard him mention to his men it seemed the bar manager had been swindling him out of money on the sly. Safe to say he wasn't in the best of moods when he left. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was men who thought they could walk all over him and test his authority. He was the boss of this city and he would make that painfully clear to anyone who would dare cross him.

Despite his mind being elsewhere today, you wanted to make his birthday special. It was the first birthday of his since you'd been together and you knew he'd never really celebrated it before so you spent the whole day making an elaborate and indulgent Victoria sponge cake covered in thick swirls of cream. When you finished piping the last swirl onto the cake you took a moment to admire your work and then hurried to your bedroom to get ready before he came back. You meticulously applied your make-up, little black hearts adorned your cheekbones on each side, your lips painted a luscious shade of red, eyelids smoky and dusky pink. You styled your hair so it fell across your back in soft curls and wore a a sheer babydoll dress and your favourite hot pink lingerie which left little to the imagination. You smirked at your reflection knowing full well how good you looked and practised your best cheeky wink.

Suddenly you heard the front door to the apartment swiftly open, the sound of dress shoes clicking against the floor followed. You glanced at the clock, it was already 9pm and he'd been out since before noon.

“Heyy sweetie,” you chimed as you emerged from your room to meet his gaze. He looked slightly dishevelled, collar a little messy and drops of blood splatted his burnt orange waistcoat. A blue streak of his make-up ran down his cheek in a rivulet. Something about seeing him like this made a warmth swell in your abdomen. “You must be exhausted.” you added.

“Hey, how's my favourite girl?” he purred slowly as his hungry eyes trailed along every inch of your body, drinking in the sight of you. He raised his eyebrows and mouthed the word 'wow' with a smirk.

You giggled and pulled him close to you “Better now that you're home at last, birthday boy”. His hands snaked across your waist and lowered to grab your ass as he leaned down and kissed you feverishly on the lips.

“I almost forgot” he whispered in your ear. “I think I wanna open my present now...” he growled as he tugged at your panties beneath the teasingly thin fabric of your dress.

“Uh uh not yet! Sit down hun, I wanna show you something.”

He cocked his head to the side and smirked before taking a seat in the lounge. The chair he sunk into resembled a throne. He looked so gorgeous sitting in it, narrowed eyes watching you as you sauntered from the kitchen towards him holding the cake you'd so lovingly made.

“Happy Birthday J!” you said in a sing song voice as you set it down on the side table next to him.

“Awwww thank you angel, it's beautiful. Did you make it yourself?” he smiled, pulling you onto his lap.

“Yes I did...” you collected some of the thick cream between your fingertips, hooded eyes watching his lips intently. “here, have a taste” you dragged your creamy fingers along his lips and parted them, moaning as he lapped up the mixture off you like a hungry kitten.

“Mmmmm… so good.” he murmured.

You scooped up a larger piece of cake, not caring about the mess you were making of it, and pressed it between his lips once more. When he was done eating that piece, he brought your fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, peering at you with sultry eyes. It drove you crazy and you unconsciously rolled your hips against his lap. At that, you felt him hardening beneath you, his breathing becoming slightly more laboured. The sexual tension between you both was a raging storm at this point.

“Now it's my turn to feed you” he smirked, taking you by surprise as he grabbed your wrists and abruptly pushed you off of him, laying you on the floor to straddle your hips. He swiftly removed his red jacket and rolled up his sleeves revealing his sinewy forearms and swiped up a handful of silky cream. He invaded your mouth, 2 fingers at first, then 3, then 4, opening you wider as you gazed up at him. “Suck” he commanded, face hovering above yours with a playful but sly look in his eyes.

You obeyed, holding onto his arm with both hands, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking every last drop off of his slender fingers. Your eyes fell shut and you hummed softly, feeling his gaze bore into you. Once you were finished, he scooped up more cream and once again forced his fingers into your mouth, deeper this time. You blushed, wide eyed but continued to do as he said, occasionally choking.

He withdrew his fingers once more and trailed his hands along every curve and dip of your body beneath him, squeezing and caressing as he went. In a flash he ripped the fabric of your dress apart as if it were made of paper, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie. You sighed as he began palming your supple breasts, gradually hardening his squeezes.

“So fucking pretty...” he hummed, licking his lips as his right hand slid down your body to find the wetness between your thighs. You moaned and writhed beneath him, jutting your hips towards his fingers slick with your saliva. He slowly began circling your clit with his thumb, intently watching your blissful facial expressions. You were a panting mess at this point, frustrated by his slow pace.

“Oh my god…. J..” you whimpered, grabbing his hand and pressing it against you harder. His pupils dilated with hot lust and he removed his fingers, quickly pulling down your panties and working on removing your bra.

You now lay completely naked beneath him, face flushed and lips parted. You watched as he sat up and scooped yet more cream between his hand from the cake beside him. “I can think of an even better way to eat this” he smirked, before gliding it across the smooth skin of your breasts and stomach. You were moaning again and arched your back to bring your body closer to his warm touch.

He dived down and captured one of your hard nipples in his hot mouth, sucking and nipping as he tasted the cream he'd swirled around your skin. The sound of it and the crazed, hungry look in his eyes drove you insane. He moved to your other nipple, sucking harder this time and then dragged his tongue across your entire torso, lapping up every last drop of cream and peppering you with gentle kisses. He lowered himself until he was between your thighs, looking up at you through the sweaty green locks that now fell over his face.

“Now for my favourite dessert of all” he panted.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you gasped as you felt his mouth envelope your throbbing womanhood, tongue swirling frantically, lapping up all your juices greedily. Seeing him like this and feeling his skilled tongue working quickly meant it didn't take you long to reach your peak. You quivered and moaned as you felt your orgasm electrify your whole body. He continued eating you out through it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

He finally lifted his head and gave a wide grin at the mess he'd made of you. Then he began unbuckling his belt, the sound alone causing a familiar heat to once again rise within your lower belly. He lowered his trousers and briefs, exposing his painfully hard cock which he took in his hand and gave 3 slow pumps as he gazed at your glistening body. He then removed his belt completely.

“Give me your wrists” he demanded. You raised them towards him and he quickly bound them together with the belt and pinned them to the floor above your head. He then grabbed both of your thighs and hooked them over his shoulders, his face now once again inches from your own. You felt his hot, ragged breath against your lips as his cock entered you with ease. You whimpered and let your head fall back, feeling his teeth graze the thin skin of your neck. He bit down hard as he started pounding into you.

“Unff… you feel so fucking good… you're so good for me” he grunted in your ear as he hit the perfect spot inside you again and again. You were too out of it to respond, all you could do was whimper and moan. His thrusts grew harder and he reached up to knead your breasts and pinch your nipples. It drove you wild and your raised your hips higher so he could reach deeper inside you. His groans and grunts were music to your ears.

“I wanna...” you panted, “I want to taste you, please...I want you to cum in my mouth” you begged, wanting to please him as best you could. He immediately pulled out of you and tugged you gently towards him by your hair before undoing the belt to free your hands. You planted them on his thighs and lowered your head, kissing and licking his tip gently. His grip on your hair tightened and it took all of his will power to not push your mouth down further. You licked up and down his length, looking up to savour his blissful expression, eyebrows knotted together and lips quivering. At that, you took him in one go, all the way to the base and began sucking him hard, gradually picking up the pace.

“Fuck...y/n..” he sighed, achingly close to reaching his peak. You gently cradled his balls in one hand and used your other to pump him as you continued to bob your head up and down. His head fell back and he came, spurting hot ropes of his seed down your throat. You eagerly swallowed every last drop and then finally lifted your head, gasping for air.

He fell backwards onto the floor and you crumpled on top of him, the two of you catching your breath and savouring the afterglow. You lay your head against his shoulder and gently caressed his dewy neck with your fingertips, your other hand laced into his long green hair. You both lay there for a few more minutes before he kissed you gently on the lips. “Best birthday ever” he smiled.

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