#that naked part wasn't meant to be taken seriously
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sorry to ask you again but I'm really curious about yuki's behavior in front of aurelius, when they're supposed to not be together anymore, I was curious when I saw the 2 comic pages you drew.
could you explain why such behavior to the point of taking aurelius' cape and putting it on her while she is completely naked?
ah sry!! i didnt know how to answer ur previous question since it was pretty vague -w-;;
the place they're staying in ("her domain") is at a bathhouse, a place for relaxation n pleasure (sexual n non-sexual). her being naked isn't rlly an issue in itself since she works there (if anything, she's naked more often than not n aurelius knows that)
other than that, the most i can say is that uhhhhh she still likes him a lot aaannd she can unintentionally overstep boundaries like that
#that naked part wasn't meant to be taken seriously#but i get why ppl may take it seriously bc its uhhhhh kinda weird lol#dont be like yuki n wear ur ex's clothes while naked#in front of ur ex#txt
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❝ see you, leon ❞
rookie!leon x fem!reader.
Warning: first part, second part.
summary: for Leon wasn't being enough to have you in secret, if it were up to him, he would love you in front of the whole world.
content: 4.3k words, fluff, semi-established relationship, cute and needy Leon, possessive and capricious Leon, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, mention of oral sex (m and f receiving), carefree home moments, pet names.
note: finally the last part of this fic that i loved writing so much, i was really surprised to see everyone who asked me to continue. Thank you very much for that ♡ now i hope you enjoy it and see you in other one shots or fics ♡ i love y'all :p
You could list as many things as you needed to about leon, about how attentive he was, the bad jokes he could tell, how much he would curse when something scared him or his work didn't go as he expected. You loved those little moments you spent with him where there could only be complicit glances and low touches, soft and innocent caresses that made your day less horrible. That month and a half that had passed had given you the opportunity to get to know him, to understand him and to like him more and more. Sometimes you even got scared counting the number of times you thought about him. When you walked through the center of the city and you saw a coffee shop and it reminded you of the horrible coffees that leon prepared, but you drank them anyway because, from your point of view, they were the most delicious in the world; or when you passed by a store and you saw a teddy bear and you thought of him, being someone soft, silly and a little rough, but always trying to help others like the angel he was. But most of all with you.
Things had really become a lot more intimate between you in those weeks. Not just intimate in the sexual sense of the word, but rather that intimacy that only the two of you understood, where with looks you told each other everything you wanted without needing to talk, where you laughed at the same meaningless things, where you had your own special words and moments. Like when he would tell you that thanks to him and his contributions they managed to discover one more clue in that investigation that was taking place in the police department, and you would congratulate him saying 'that's my cute pookie patootie' and he would get upset, but deep inside his heart would jump and he would feel warm. Or like when you were stressed out about final exams and he would take you for a ride in the squad car to take your mind off things, telling funny and embarrassing anecdotes from his time at the police academy.
"Seriously! Major Krauser was the worst, he told me that if I didn't manage to run 20 times all over the training field without stopping he would make me walk around the rooms naked" your face was flushed and your cheeks hot, remembering that angrily as you drove through that starry night. Your laughter, however, meant that that experience had not been in vain, now I could hear that melody coming from your lips, while your hands clenched your stomach and you denied asking me to stop.
"God, Lee, I'm really sorry but it's too much" you laughed again, wiping away those tears that the laughter had caused you, while you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed him gently. "I'm thankful that hadn't happened to you, you'd be even more traumatized" you joked, watching as he stuck his tongue out at you in mock anger and kept driving. You didn't know where he was going, but just feeling the breeze on your face, his voice and his beautiful, steady chatter made you forget about your worries, about what was overtaking you.
You had taken a special liking to each other. Leon seemed to have a little angel by his side every time he saw you, every time he referred to you with that proud smile that someone as beautiful and special as you were was paying attention to him. He noticed how all your attention went to him when he talked to you, how you analyzed the little details to help him every time you could.
Now you seemed to spend more time at the police station and had even started helping with the paperwork, almost as an excuse to keep seeing Leon and to 'spend more time with your father', even though you hardly saw him. And Leon couldn't have been more excited at the thought of seeing you going back and forth with the paperwork, handing it to him in an orderly fashion that relieved him of his work, or when you met in the break room and talked excitedly about the finished paperwork. You brought joy into his life and he felt he was lost because of you, because of your presence that filled him with an inexplicable and suffocating love. It suffocated him to know that at the university there were other guys who talked to you, that when you went out you were in danger of anything happening to you and you wouldn't come back, when you had attentions with some other cadet at the police station and you ordered their papers or offered coffee to them instead of him. It drove him crazy that others didn't know about the times you kissed or hid in each other's arms, giving out suggestive caresses without anyone noticing. He needed you to walk around with a sign on your chest that said 'property of Leon Kennedy' for them to stay away from you immediately.
And that itself was one of the things you loved most about Leon. On the outside he always seemed so helpful, kind and shy with other people, and with you he was no less, always being a gentleman who sought to court you and be helpful to you at all times. But he was not always so innocent. Especially when they were hugging, almost as gentle as ever, and he would run his hands curiously down your waist to your bottom, caressing and squeezing it. You always scolded him, but you didn't pull away, you even seemed to move closer to his touch, and even though they soon had to stop because there were people going all over the station, he took advantage of every second to hold your body in his hands by heart.
In fact, they had continued with their slightly over the top approaches. Shit, you couldn't lie but that man was addicted to eating you. Every chance he got he stroked you just enough leaving you wet and ready to have you in his mouth, making you moan his name over and over again as he held you gently and his tongue rammed into you with a desperation that drove you to orgasm. He was so needy. And you were so addicted to seeing him need you, sometimes he didn't say it, but he loved how you sought to suck him off wherever you were. You remembered that time when he shyly wanted to reproach you about the guy who kept you five minutes too long in college to talk to you, and he was sure it was to flirt with you.
"Yeah, sure, I'm sure it was to talk about homework..." he mentioned sarcastically, you could tell he was saying it almost like a tantrum, turning his gaze from you as if that little scene could get you to pay attention to him alone. He loved your attention and thirsted for it whenever he could, so he softened further when you grabbed his jacket sleeve and gently tugged, giving him a playful giggle.
"Lee..." you were getting closer and closer, and you knew it was quite dangerous considering that you were in the corner of an empty room at the university, where you had brought him to talk because of that cutting behavior he had taken out of nowhere "Don't be mad at me, baby" you felt him gasp at that nickname, looking at you with his mouth shining from licking his lips, hungry for you. You kissed in a way that you felt his hands squeeze your hips and making you almost unintentionally feel the bulge in his pants. And you always loved to spoil him, to make him feel good. You loved to feel the way his legs trembled and he controlled himself not to cum the second you put him in your mouth, like in that moment, where he pushed his cock again and again against your throat "I love to fuck ya throat, damn it's so deep" he whimpered under his breath saying how good you made him feel, that he wanted you all to himself, that your attention should be his alone. He would always cum so desperately, take your hair between his fingers and stretch deeper inside you to the point where the hangings would begin. But it felt so good that you ignored him and chased his orgasm to have your reward; his essence so hot and thick in your throat filling you mercilessly.
Then he would become the most sensitive and cute little thing, as if there was nothing left of that uncontrolled Leon, almost fainting in your arms when he calmed down and you hugged him "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." his chest would move frenetically and he would stroke your hair, soothing the tight pain his fingers had left earlier; but you loved him, you loved that every tiny touch of him remained on your skin reminding you how good he could make you feel. But you always laughed and reminded him that you had ruined his hair that morning too, choking him between your thighs as he ate you hungrily, moaning against you, so wet and weeping for his tongue. You needed each other more and more, those touches and caresses weren't enough, having each other's mouths was intoxicating but it didn't make you drunk. They needed more.
You left Leon's bed lazily. You wore Leon's shirt, it was loose fitting and fit you like a short dress, filling you with the warmth of his scent as you grinned like a fool as you made your way to the kitchen. Both had been resting all that Saturday, your father had left town for work and you were able to sneak away with Leon to his house for the weekend. You were sure that your father would murder Leon if he found out about it, but in his own words, he would be willing to take that chance.
You headed towards the kitchen with curiosity while observing everything, laughing under your breath; there were things placed in an almost clumsy way, like the plates tilted in an uncomfortable area of the cabinet, or the glasses too far away from your reach. It made you tender to realize that it was obvious that he lived alone. And that really had been the best morning of your life. Waking up and seeing your boy slumped on the pillow with incomparable tranquility, breathing heavily as his arms tightened around your waist and his curves melted into the softness of the sheets. The skin of his bare upper torso, his broad back and full of small freckles and moles being illuminated by the morning sun was a blessing. The bed smelled of him; that masculine yet clean scent that Leon had, that you could swear was very similar to the perfume of a rose, mingling with your sweet scent that you soon let permeate making his sleep deeper than ever.
"Up so early?" you heard his husky voice and a soft yawn, bringing you out of your thoughts with a small start as you cursed for being startled. You turned around with a frown ready to scold him but your voice caught in your throat when you saw him with that facade he had when he first woke up. His blond hair was slightly tousled to one side, and although it wasn't very long it fit the contours of his face perfectly. He had a wonderful body, he wasn't exactly a skinny boy, he had everything in place and with a volume that made you want to squeeze and bite him. His abdomen smoothly marked by the training at the police academy and the V-shape that was made into a light trail of hair that took you to travel beyond his pajama pants. You swore that if it weren't for his drowsy state, he'd see you drooling like a fool.
"God, you scared me" you laughed, and after feeling your face warm from your recent thoughts, you turned your back to him and started heating water to pour coffee for both of you. Leon laughed and walked over to you to hug your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was wonderful how his muscles seemed to squeeze you tight enough, sharing that characteristic warmth with you.
"I didn't know you'd look so good in my shirt in the morning" his voice was drowned out by having his mouth sink into your neck, leaving soft kisses that caused you to melt like chocolate in the sun. He had no mercy for you.
"Kennedy, hands where I can see them, it's too early" you joked turning to kiss him. You couldn't resist him and his loving touches, his hands seeking to reassure you that you were there and not somewhere else, with someone else. Your mouths joined in a synchronized but awkward dance, both wanting to own each other. However, you decided to pass him the coffee cup before the kiss went to the next level, hearing a moan from him.
"You know you can't escape my kisses forever, don't you?" he raised both eyebrows and bumped his cup with yours in a playful toast-like fashion, stealing a soft chuckle from you. You loved that even just waking up he was like that with you, as honeyed and gooey as a jar of natural honey. So cloying that it forced you to pinch his cheeks in an attempt not to explode with love.
That day you acted like a couple who hadn't touched each other for months. Endless kisses, caresses here and there, and hugs where more than once you fell asleep in the tranquility of his arms. They had watched dozens of movies and eaten popcorn and chocolates like two bears hibernating under the warmth of blankets. They joked constantly and wouldn't stop chattering in the middle of the film, throwing out sarcastic comments and complaining about 'how bad horror movies were these days'. And you couldn't blame Leon, a young man from the nineties who grew up on eighties horror and you a lover of the classics, it seemed almost like fate.
However, at one point you both seemed to start ignoring the movies and put the snacks aside. That little kiss that had started as a simple token of affection ended up turning into a hungry kiss where the lion's hands traveled all over your body with curiosity. Both were aware that they didn't want to live from each other's mouth anymore and that they needed another kind of approach, but you couldn't avoid feeling exalted by the whole situation; it was the first time that things went too far and, although a little shy, both looked at each other with complicity when the hands needed to move away all possible clothes, being an annoying obstacle in the way. At that moment, knowing that they both wanted the same thing, the embarrassment took a back seat and noises began to emerge from both of them; soft gasps and meaningless words as they ran their mouths over each other's skin, exploring every nook and cranny.
In a moment, almost without realizing it, you were completely naked. Your clothes in the corner of the bed while your hand clung to Leon's shoulders and he groaned between your legs as his tongue plunged so deep into you that you felt like you were about to faint "Mhm..." a moan of pleasure escaped the blond's lips, his nose brushing against your throbbing clit while his free hand stroked himself hard and dripping.
"Leon, Leon-" a loud moan came from your lips as he inserted two fingers at the same time as he sucked your folds and abused them with his saliva mixed with your juices, he seemed to savor you as if it were his favorite food, as if eating you was his favorite activity in the world "Put it in, please..." your hands clutched at the sheets as you curved your back, completely stimulated at the slightest touch. Leon came out from his hiding place between your thighs and without stopping his fingered thrusts looked up at you in surprise.
"Are you sure...?" you wanted to laugh at that moment, feeling tender at the pathos of the situation. He was asking you that? they were both completely naked and from your position you could see his glans as red as it was wet, covered in precum that made you want to suck him right there. But, however, if it was because you didn't want to, Leon would ignore all that and stop, because you were his priority.
"Leon!" you scolded him trying to get a moan to stay in your throat, but you exposed yourself too much and his fingers touched your favorite spot again, making you moan loudly and collapse on the bed again, biting your bottom lip "Stick your fuckin' cock in me or I'll kill you" you bellowed as he laughed, gently pulling his fingers out. You reached for him desperately, feeling that unbearable emptiness you needed to fill with him. He looked so eager, you could see him twitching in desperation wanting to enter you, wanting to bury himself mercilessly. That's exactly why the blond couldn't take much more, and soon you felt his face hide in your neck and he slipped in with a slowness that made you see stars. It was thick and wet, hot, and you squeezed it with such precision that you soon heard it whimper in your ear, while your eyes tried to stay focused and not give way to tears of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck..." he moaned, you felt him start to move, taking your hips hard as you felt his body stiffen on top of you; knowing him you knew he was taking all his desire to ram into you madly just so you could get used to him "You're so tight, so hot, I just...." he bit his lower lip and you sought his mouth to fill it with your tongue, kissing him messily and angrily, you were completely gone in the way you felt him growing in your belly.
"You're so thick, so hard, fuck me, fuck me!" you moaned in the middle of the kiss, you stirred your hips eagerly and Leon didn't take long to take you firmly to pull out completely and then back in. You both moaned in unison at that action. You scratched his back so hard that your punishment was to feel him thrust into you, hitting your womb with brutality. And he seemed so soft, sweet and innocent, but at that moment he seemed to be too high on your pussy.
"You're mine, you pussy it's mine, fuck, tell me yes, tell me you're mine" he moaned in groans, the back of the bed banging against the wall, making a noise that you hoped the neighbors wouldn't mind so much. But at that moment all you were interested in was that he kept up that ferocious rhythm, ripping curses from your throat as he whispered incoherently about how much he loved to fuck you. "I'll fill you up for days, baby, I'll make you walk around in pain so everyone knows I fucked you good at night, don't you want that, my girl?" he growled under his breath, feeling his abdomen contract and the tip of his dick pounding you faster, messier, perfectly about to cum.
"Yes! Fuck yes, yes, harder!" you moaned in a sob as you hugged him and felt his face sink into your tits with devotion as he bit them, sucked them, and made a mess of your skin. Between the thrusts, so erratic, so strong, mixed with his fingers pressing against your swollen clitoris, your vision went dark as you felt one last thrust and the hand Leon held on your hip dug his fingers in and tore a pathetic moan from his lips, accompanied by your name. You embraced him with your choking orgasm as spurts and spurts of cum deposited inside you, he seemed to cum so much that you felt full, hot. You were so wet around him that you felt that soon his dripping seed would spurt from inside you to stain the sheets beneath you. But Leon stayed inside you warily, wanting to live there if possible; loving the sensation of having you tied to him somehow, that somehow such a primal part of him was filling you at that very moment causing you to still be moaning under him while he could barely regulate his breathing.
"I'm sorry, I cum too much... I'm sorry..." his face sunk into your chest as he barely regularized, and you soothed him with caresses in his hair, laughing softly once the tranquility of that blow that gave you the orgasm, finally appeared. "I'm going to clean you up, just let me..." he was going to pull away but you prevented it by pressing his face against your tits, making him sink there. He didn't seem to object, staying like a scolded but pleased puppy in that hot and comfortable area of your body.
"I need you with me, just… stay," you asked him in a breath. Leon gently stepped out from where he was, looking at you as he smiled and nodded like a happy child. He gave you a soft kiss and made himself more comfortable next to you, still not coming out from inside you. You could almost swear you were starting to feel him hard again, but in return he left soft caresses in your hair as he laughed at the sight of you almost falling asleep in his arms. His arms that were your safe place.
"I love you."
You looked to your side as you stopped checking your notebook and paid attention to him. Leon was red as a tomato and staring at the ceiling, his police uniform resting against his body, just like the first day you saw him. You felt like it was yesterday, that you saw him enter naively not knowing that you would be transformed into his desire to live every day, his desire to love someone, to desire each other with someone. He was naive not knowing that the young woman he had seen in the distance would become his friend, his companion, his lover.
"I know... I know it's silly to say it now, to say it like this but it's not easy to see you just exist and feel like my chest is going to explode, you know? I need to tell you... I love you so much that I can't stand my shame to know that someone like you noticed someone like me" he confessed. There was nothing about that awkward, awkward young man with the words and, though you didn't know it, it had been the most spontaneous sentence he had said in years. He didn't think it, he just felt it and said it. Like a love impulse, which encouraged him to improve day by day. You were his love.
"I guess I was never good at hiding that I love you..." you laughed, turning your whole body towards him as your hand gently caressed his cheek. It was a habit between the two of you, you held his face in the softness of your hands and he closed his eyes; he forgot everything for a few seconds. And yet now you could see a look of love so deep that almost for a moment you felt that tears would threaten to escape. "I love you more than you can imagine, Leon" the sincerity in that whisper, where only you and he understood each other was enough. He kissed your hand and placed his own against it, caressing it, making sure that under no circumstances would you pull away.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend...?" his gaze was on yours and although he tried to look calm and confident, a glint of fear was visible in that sea of blue his eyes formed. And you felt that you had an angel in your care, an angel that was watching over you but at the same time he was looking for you to take care of him, to accept to take care of his little hurt and abandoned heart. Leon was alone in life. He had only you, and you caressed his soul at every moment, with every word, taking care of him from bad dreams and bad thoughts, being his confidant every day.
"You know I'd be a fool to refuse" you laughed, leaving a soft little Eskimo kiss as you bit your lower lip, seriously holding back the urge to cry. It was the first time you felt the need to cry for love; for a healthy, mutual love, for a love that gave as well as received and was reciprocal in every way. "I want to be yours for life" you murmured, your lips glued to hers "because I love you more than my heart can bear."
"Thank you..." you felt his voice break softly, and you held him, held his face with love just as you held him every day with your love "Thank you for making me the happiest man in this world" he planted a kiss on your lips. As sincere and soft as the breeze coming through the window, with the sun going down in the sunset orange sky with purple sparkles. A sky that witnessed a love corresponding and belonging to each other, two lovers in love with a heart to give.
Because if Leon had you, and you had him, you would never need to say goodbye to him again. Because if you had him, in your heart you would always welcome his love, like the first time you saw him.
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Knight in shining armor
Barry Wheeler would do anything to keep his bestseller, his superstar, safe and out of trouble (as much as he could, anyway). If that meant to pretend he was the owner of the matching ring on his finger when men hit on him at a club, so be it.
Pairing: Alan Wake/Barry Wheeler ♦ Words: 995 ♦ Note: For the @februaryficletchallenge, prompt Fake Dating 🔥
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It wasn't strange for women to be around Alan when they hit the town, swarming the handsome author despite the ring on his hand up until they got the message loud and clear, leaving disappointed. It wasn't strange for men, either, which always made Barry raise an eyebrow. Not in confusion, no, there was nothing to be confused about; Alan was a catch, objectively speaking (they wouldn't be making the money they did if he wasn't); but he was also so, very, blatantly straight, Barry couldn't for the life of him wonder why they'd even take the chance in the first place.
Regardless, they persisted. Men with fine attire that he wouldn't clock as gay if it weren't for the way they looked at his friend. For the way they touched him, casually, yet with intent.
At this point of the night Alan was probably too drunk to tell, Barry reasoned as he watched from the other side of the bar, having finished his part of the socialities already and quickly picking a couple somethings to snack before heading back, alarms going off on his mind. That must be it.
Slipping an arm around his back and the snack inside his ringed hand -making the metal shine with the light in the process- the best agent and best friend in the entire world sat heavily at his side, announcing.
"Sorry fellas, this man's already taken." Luckily none of them saw the absence of a match on naked fingers, eyeing him up and down before scattering around. The way it took a few seconds for Alan to react gave him a cue of his state. The way he slid further into his arm, comfortably, answered the rest of his questions. The man was beyond salvation at this point, it was a good thing he spotted him before anything bad happened. A homophobia lawsuit and newspaper headline over a broken nose were the very last things Barry needed on his plate.
"Seriously?" He snorted. "Are you my wife now?"
"Seriously, Al. Are they still around?" He asked, smiling sardonically at the comment but refusing to answer it. Alan raised an eyebrow, amusement showing easier than most days as he scanned behind them languidly, while Barry did the same for any hidden paparazzi. He shrugged eventually.
"You could say that."
"Are they looking at us?"
"...Yeah, sure. Why...?"
Barry grumbled under his breath before cupping the back of Alan's neck with his hand, leaning further on that tight space in just the right way to fool anyone watching. A kiss, a simple brush of lips against his friend's warm, warm cheek that seen from the wrong angle could have been planted on unsuspecting lips. Alan just let an acknowledging noise when they parted without moving an inch. Barry was glad he was exempt from his fight of flight response.
"What, what was that for?"
"That's me saving your skin, Al." He whispered, still close enough to be heard. "Those guys over there were totally checking your out."
This close he could feel him take a deep breath. In discomfort at the idea, no doubt. Disgust, even.
"Were they?"
"I know right?" Barry laughed, arm still comfortably and protectively wrapped around his best friend's shoulders, hand playing with his hair in reassurance as his taller, drunker frame leaned slightly onto him in that small couch. With his other hand he started chewing on the food. "Good thing they bought it, huh? Tell me they scattered by now."
A both quick and lethargic look around the busy club came back empty, and Alan ate deep in thought as Barry tried to change the subject to the deals he had been making, before licking the salt off his fingers and slowly downing the rest of his drink.
"Hey, Barry."
"Yeah?"
"What would you've done if they hadn't buy that?" Barry hummed, shifting a bit on his seat without wanting to think too much about it. The thought made him feel funny. The thought, and having Alan pressed against him the way he was in that moment.
"You don't wanna know, Al." Now it was his friend's turn to laugh at the dramatic statement.
"Give me a break."
"I'm being serious! Think about it this way: when haven't I done anything to keep people out of your back?"
Alan looked at him, bemusement mixing with a certain drowsiness on his eyes. Call it sleep or skepticism. Barry called it that, at least.
"Anything?" He repeated.
"Anything." He enounced, dead serious. Alan was the writer, the artist, between the two, but Barry was a goddamn miracle maker. He could talk his way in and out of anything, if he so wanted. Didn't even need to talk, in this case.
Not that he wanted to, here and now, of course.
But if the situation were to ask for it. Well. Barry could think a couple ways to keep the wrong crowd away from him. If they didn't get the memo from his ring, his wife, and everything else about Alan, Barry would make sure they knew that man wasn't up to be shared with.
"...C'mon hotshot, lets get you home." he joked, finally, throat dry and having grown wary of playing with the hair at the back of his neck with his thumb, as Alan looked like he was starting to melt against him and the backside of the couch. This close he could feel the shiver that went down his spine, sighing deeply.
"Let's go, then. My hero."
Barry chuckled at the sarcasm, helping him get up with an arm around his waist and trying not to get toppled over by his added weight. He didn't wonder about it often, but sometimes he had to ask himself, did Al knew how much he would do for him? The lengths he would go for him? Glancing at the people around him, he unintentionally pulled him a bit closer.
"You're damn right I am, Al."
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A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 1
Staying in a quiet campground may not be so quiet.
In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
It was definitely time for this vacation. I hadn't taken one in almost four years. I spent most of that time driving from one wind turbine farm to another, each day climbing the nearly five hundred foot tall towers to repair and service the electronics and generators on top of the hollow towers. It was terrific money, and I was never out of work. In fact, that was the reason I was no longer married. My ex wanted someone that could not only provide the standard of living I was giving her, but also be there to share it. In the end, she found someone else to share the considerable amount of money she was getting each week from my paycheck.
I didn't even bother to have a house any longer. When I was "home" I stayed in a motel, with most of my belongings, the things she didn't take in the divorce, stored in a storage locker. I mean, why bother with a house if I'm on the road weeks at a time? I guess it isn't the best way to live life, going from one hotel to another, but I figure a few more years and I'll have enough money tucked away to retire and find something less stressful and physically demanding. At forty-eight, I doubted my arms and legs could withstand the strain for too many more years.
Sex, well, that was pretty easy. It's surprising how many middle-aged wives traveling for business... or pleasure... are willing to have a quick tryst with a seriously ripped guy their own age. Almost all the hotel bars had a plethora of targets. I preferred the already-married ladies, simply because it limited risk. There was little chance of romantic entanglements, which I admit having issues with; and nearly all of them were already on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about that little problem. After spending so much time being faithful while my ex was screwing around behind my back, if a married woman wanted to fuck around, then fine. I wasn't the relationship police.
But vacation for me needed to be totally different. I wanted to go someplace where I simply didn't know where today would take me. I drove thousands of miles just to get to the next job. I wanted to see what there was to see without any schedule or objective. I'd been doing this now for nearly two weeks, driving from attraction to attraction, camping when I got tired. Usually, I picked an out of the way camp ground, many of them being desolate "primitive" camp sites in little out of the way state parks.
That was what last night was. A little out of the way state park in the middle of the desert with only half a dozen camp sites. I had the place nearly to myself with the exception of a young lady half my age that rolled in shortly after I did. I was almost disappointed to not have the area to myself, mostly because I needed a shower, and in a place like this, a shower was standing next to my truck dribbling water on myself from my two gallon solar shower bag. I say I was almost disappointed, because after about an hour of sitting and chatting as the sun set, she agreed to get naked with me and share my shower. In her words, "after three days in these desert sites, she'd get naked with the devil if it meant getting her hair washed." She did get naked, letting me see her bare shaved teenage looking nethers and the two silver barbell type nipple piercings on her erect pink nipples, setting off her perky tanned B cup breasts.
After sharing half the bag of water wetting, soaping, and rising each other, we faced each other. She easily slipped my cock between her legs and held herself pressed tightly to me as I used the remainder of the water to wash her hair. By the time we were done we were both quite horny, her hips seeming to keep sliding while I was washing her hair. Unfortunately, I'd promised not to take advantage of her, and being a gentleman, I maintained that promise. After a little discussion, she did agree that she'd go as far as to sit on the hood of my truck, her legs spread, while we both pleasured ourselves only a few inches apart. While it took care of the momentary need, it was far from the satisfaction I really wanted at that moment.
I'll always wonder if it was fear or conscience that made her leave barely after daybreak and well before I planned on climbing out of my tent.
Tonight, it was a little campground, well out of the way, just the way I liked them. Those big K O A campgrounds are just too busy for my tastes. This one looked like it had maybe two dozen sites tucked back in the woods, and of those, only about half a dozen were occupied. This is one of the reasons I was kind of frustrated. The rather cute young lady at the counter gave me a site, not off alone, but right across the little gravel road from one of those national chain rented motor homes. There were plenty of sites where I could be alone, instead I was going to have neighbors less than 30 yards away.
I frowned to myself as I pulled into the camp site. I was still irritated as I set my small tent up and strung the extension cord to the electrical pole for the fan and light I used in my tent in hot weather. My irritation had faded to mild musings as I stripped down in the tent and changed to some athletic shorts before going out to start a fire in the little fire pit. The mild musings were dispelled completely at the sound of the three young women walking down the gravel path and into the site across the gravel drive, each of them wrapped in a beach towel as they came from the little pool near the front of the campground. I was sure they had to have on more than towels as the three trooped into the camper and closed the door behind them, but that didn't keep my mind from imagining. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as bad a spot as I expected. True, they weren't middle-aged housewives looking for a naughty experience, but they looked to be late twenties or early thirties. I wasn't against enjoying the view of three younger cuties. True, I wasn't likely to do anything close to what I'd do with a middle-age housewife, but then...
I settled by the fire in my sturdy little camp chair and pulled out my phone to read my book, the sun still at least an hour from setting. It wasn't long before the three came back out, each drawing a chair around their fire pit, that held a small smoldering fire. Two of them looked like sisters, tall thin, long blonde hair, small tits and very tight clothing. The third was a bit rounder, not fat by any means, but definitely larger than the sisters, medium length brown hair, nice ass filling out the somewhat baggy micro shorts and big tits that stretched the tank top tantalizingly. With her back to me I couldn't really tell if she wore a bra, but from the bouncing I noticed between the door and the chair, I suspected not.
I sat, reading my book, but still overhearing small bits of the conversation they were having between giggles and laughs. My ears perked up considerably when I started to hear "I dare you" and "chicken".
"I bet he won't even notice you." I heard one of them say slightly louder.
"But if he does?" another asked, clearly nervous about something.
"Then she has to." I heard the third say, though I couldn't tell which of the three was talking.
Almost suddenly the one dark haired girl stood up, turned around to face me and pulled the bottom of her tank top up, showing off a pair of large, nicely shaped breasts. Each tit was mostly white, showing how large the bikini top that she typically tanned in was, but her areola was nearly a quarter of the front of each breast with a surprisingly large hard pink nipple poking out at me. She held the top up for at least five full seconds before pulling the top down over her tits and sitting back down quickly, her back to me as she covered her face with her hands in apparent embarrassment.
"He definitely noticed!" she said after half a dozen seconds, pulling her hands from her face.
"Well, sis. Guess you missed that one. And the way he's staring, he's not about to miss a single detail." One of the blonde girls said to the other.
"Well, it isn't the first time a guy has seen my tits," the second blonde said as she stood up. She walked around the chairs until she was nearly to the road separating us. She pulled up the bottom of the light weight t-shirt she had on, showing me a pair of perky little B cup titties that were tanned completely across with barely a hint of tan lines. She held her shirt up for considerably longer than the first girl did before pulling it back down and turning to walk back to the fire pit in their campsite.
"You didn't have to stop there," I called, hopefully loud enough for her to hear me without the whole campground hearing it. She stopped where she was, reached behind her and pushed her shorts down, the elastic waistband pushing down below the curve of her cheeks. She wiggled her ass side to side for several seconds before she pulled the shorts back up over her sexy little ass.
"That better?" she asked over her shoulder.
"I wouldn't have minded if they went lower," I called back, starting to enjoy the little game, my cock already getting hard in my shorts.
"Oh really? Tell me, just how low do you want them to go?"
"Well, seems to me you were pretty insistent on getting your friend to show off her tits, how about you pull 'em all the way down?"
"All the way as in, to my ankles?"
I chuckled. "That's all the way."
She said something to the other girls that I couldn't hear, the sister looking blonde nodding and giggling, while the head of the brunette shook side to side significantly.
"We're talking about it," the formerly-flashing blonde called back before saying something else to the two girls. It seemed like whatever she said was finally accepted by the brunette. She turned around to face me and stepped to the road. "We will if you do."
I was a little surprised. I hadn't played "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" since I was a teenager. I thought about it for a few seconds. "Kind of public for that, isn't it?"
"Well, if you're scared..."
"Honey, scared isn't in my vocabulary. I climb windmills for a living."
"Well then? Unless you don't have anything to show off..."
I chuckled again. "Tell me, what do you do for a living?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she answered with a smile, pulling her shirt up again; enough to expose one of her breasts.
"Okay. If you're not afraid of public, strip for me then. All the way."
"I will if you do." The bold blonde offered.
"And if I do? Just how long will you stand there naked?" I tested her resolve.
"As long as you do, providing you don't do anything like touch your cock or try to cross the road."
"Hmm, afraid of me being some kind of a pervert or rapist or something?" I decided to speak to her fears.
"Something," she said. "So?"
"Well, seems a little unfair for your friends to get a free show." I upped the ante.
"Oh, they'll be putting up too, but not completely naked. That'll be me. Just like you suggested. Or don't you think you have enough to impress us?"
"Honey, if you wanna see me naked, I'm game. You wouldn't be the first woman I've been naked in public, with in the last few years. So, bring it on!" I said as I stood up, my already-hard cock tenting out my shorts significantly. I was suddenly glad I'd decided to wear just the shorts without my briefs.
"Come on girls. Time to put up."
"I don't believe I'm doing this," the brunette said quietly as she got up and walked towards the road with her two friends. They stopped across the narrow gravel road in the growing gloom and waited for me to reach the same trail.
The blonde pulled her shirt up and off and dropped it on the ground at her feet and then stood, waiting for me to respond. "Your turn?"
I grinned at her and then pushed my shorts down, letting it drag my shaft down and then pop free, snapping back upwards and slapping my pelvis with a gentle splat. "Good enough?" I asked as I stood with my feet spread enough to let my full sack swing low and free.
"Shit," the blonde whispered as she reached for her shorts. She pushed them down and stepped out of them as she stared at my rock hardness, bouncing slightly with my heartbeat. Her tits were small and perky. Her entire body was completely tanned with only a hint of a tiny bikini line around each nipple and her completely shaved mound and teenage-looking snatch. She looked damn hot, and I wondered if she tanned naked outside or in a tanning bed. She stood naked for long seconds, staring at me before turning to her friends. "Come on you two. You agreed," she said as she stepped her feet slightly further apart. One hand slid up her body to her tits and squeezed one nipple while the other slipped down between her legs to stroke her fingers across her glistening lips.
The other blonde pushed her shorts to her knees, exposing a nearly identical cunt, only with a small patch of blonde curls on her mound and a more definite white patch on her cunt and mound. She pulled her shirt up and held it above her tits. The brunette was considerably slower. She pushed her panties down to her thighs, pushing them barely low enough to expose her snatch and the creamy white triangle that was running between her legs. I could just see a little of her cunt as she held her thighs pressed together, limiting my view. She pulled her shirt up again, exposing a pair of easily full C cup maybe even D cup tits. The white around her breasts clearly said she wore a conservative bikini when she was outside and appeared quite shy about her body.
"Jesus," the second blonde said, staring at my cock. "Can I touch it?"
I chuckled. "I thought your sister, it is your sister, right? I thought your sister was worried about me touching you ladies."
"I don't mind if you don't mind," she said as she walked across the maybe fifteen feet of gravel between us. She reached out for my cock and wrapped her hand around me, gripping my hard-on. "Damn! I can't even get my whole hand around it," she said as I gently reached up and teased one of her nipples. She stroked her hand on it a few times, running it all the way to my engorged head before sliding it all the way back to my balls again.
"You wanna play with it or fuck it?" I whispered, getting more turned on by the second, between her hand slowly stroking me, my fingers teasing her nipple, her sister fingering herself a few yards away and the sight of those big tits on the brunette girl. "You wanna come touch it too?" I asked looking right at the brunette.
"Oh God. No. I couldn't. I mean. No," she said, dropping her shirt and pulling her shorts up as she practically ran to the camper and disappeared inside. That seemed to be the end of the game as the brave blonde let go of my cock, dropped her shirt and pulled her shorts up before backing away from me and then turning and walking back to the camper as well.
"You?" said to the more boisterous blonde observer.
"Sorry. I only flash. I don't fuck strangers," the naked blonde said as she picked up her shorts and walked back to the fire pit. She stood there, her ass pointed at me in the growing darkness and pulled on her shorts, giving me a quick look at her cunt from behind. I pulled my own pants up, walked back to the truck and dug out a lantern. I pumped up the gas and lit the mantle. I set it on the tailgate before pulling out a beer and returning to my chair, somewhat disappointed that it hadn't gone further than it had, given she was standing there stroking my cock. I wouldn't have minded one bit if she wanted to get fucked.
I looked over and saw only the first blonde sitting by the fire, so I slouched back in my camp chair, rested my feet on a big rock, & went back to reading my book.
"Hey Linda!" I heard a voice say as a pair of feet crunched in the gravel.
"Naomi! You missed all the fucking fun." The blonde, I now knew was named Linda, answered the young woman walking into the campsite, her body wrapped in a towel. "They finally kick you out of the pool?"
"Yeah. So what'd I miss?" I heard her say as she dropped into a chair with her back to me. In the darkness I could tell she had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and I could see she was darker skinned, probably not tanned, but maybe some kind of African or similar lineage. I could tell by the towel wrapped around her that she wasn't fat, but not particularly thin either. Beyond that.... I guess it didn't really matter.
"A little flashing with the guy across the way."
"Oh?" I heard her ask. "How much flashing?"
"Enough."
"Enough as in..."
"Uh huh."
"How big?"
"Big enough Sandy couldn't get her hand around it," Linda laughed.
"No shit!? And he let you touch it?"
"He let Sandy touch it."
"Shit I'd have fucked it."
"So you say. But I've heard you brag about that before."
"What, you think I wouldn't?"
"I think you talk a big game. I bet you wouldn't even let him touch your body, let along fuck you," Linda said with a laugh.
God, this girl Linda was a real piece. She seemed to love to goad her friends into doing things she herself probably wanted to, but was afraid to do.
"You think not?"
"I know, not!" Linda answered.
With that the girl stood up and dropped the towel from around her body and turned to walk towards me. She walked from the darkness into the proximity of light being generated by my lantern. To say she was good looking was an understatement. She was maybe twenty years old, definitely, African, several generations back, rounded in all the right places and by that I include her probably D cup breasts that were barely contained by the bright red bikini she wore. The top covered about a third of each large wiggly breast, and the thong style bottom came up well higher than her mound, but I could see the wet red material wedging slightly into her cunt. She walked up to me and stood next to me in the light of the lantern. She reached down slowly, her face near mine. Her pendulous boobs swaying to my delight and full attention. She winked and picked up the beer from the ground next to my chair and held it up, looking at the bottle.
"Got another of these?" she asked sweetly.
"I might. Are you old enough?"
"To legally drink? Maybe not quite. For anything else? Yeah, I am."
"Well, I could get in a lot of trouble giving alcohol to a minor."
"Yeah, you could," she agreed, reaching a hand up to the triangle covering her right breast. She teased her fingers along the edge, slowly working the red material further down her breast. I could see a little sliver of her large dark areola begin to show. "But I could make it worth your while too."
"Yeah? How could you do that?" I asked.
"I could let you see more of me than this shows," she said with a grin, working the cup further to the side, now nearly half of her areola showing with her clearly hard nipple threatening to slip into view.
"Just look?"
"You want to do more than look?"
"With a set of really sexy tits like yours? Who wouldn't?" I answered.
"I suppose I could let you play with them, if you really wanted to."
"You know, I couldn't let you take the beer out of here. You'd have to stay and drink it here."
She looked around. "I don't see any other chairs, so where would I sit?"
"Guess you'd have to share mine."
"I see," she said with a smile. "And you wouldn't mind that, if I sat on your lap or something?"
"I imagine I wouldn't mind that as long as you don't mind if my hands would be busy seeing just how sexy those tits feel."
She grinned at me and walked over to the tailgate of the truck and opened the cooler. She pulled out a bottle and walked back to me. She held the bottle out to me. "Hold this for a second?"
"Sure," I answered as she turned away and swung a leg across my two reclined legs. She bent over and rested her palms on my knees, then settled up on my lap, wiggling her full round ass on my hard cock through my shorts. She seemed to enjoy taking her time to find just the right placement of her ass, so each cheek straddled my cock. She reached behind herself and undid the bikini strap behind her back, slipping the bikini top off and dropping it across my lower legs, leaving her in nothing above the waist. She took the bottle back from me and seemed to be rubbing the bottom edge around her almost black, rock hard nipples, slowly teasing them with the cold water still dripping from the glass bottle. I think she teased the smooth cold glass around and around each nipple and areola until her nipples were rock hard and her large dark areola, covering nearly a third of each big soft breast, were puckering and pimpling up from the cold. Then she grabbed the back of my left wrist and raised it to her tit.
I gently massaged her tit while rubbing the nipple lightly, with my index finger. I began using my right hand on her other pendulous tit. We silently enjoyed this for a couple minutes. Soon she was breathing in a manner which told me I was doing it well.
"Tell you what," she said in a whisper. "I'll sit here and drink this and if I like what you're doing, I'll drink slow. If I don't, I'll drink fast, but when I get done, I'm going to walk back over there," she said, nodding towards her camp site across the road.
"Sounds fair," I answered, reaching up to her big soft tits. Each breast was well more than my hand could cover. I slowly cupped and massaged the orbs, letting my thumbs stroke across each nipple as she twisted the cap off the bottle and took a slow swig of the amber liquid. She took slow sips of the beer while I massaged and played with her nipples and breasts, squeezing and teasing them.
"You know.” I added. “I can think of something I can do to them that might feel even better."
"Yeah?" She sounded eager.
"Uh huh." I baited her.
"So, what is that?" She sounded more sultry now.
"Just flip around facing me, and lean forward a little."
She slid her crotch down to my mid-thighs, then stood up and flipped a leg over my reclined legs, then spun and faced me, smiling as I took in the glory of her magnificent tits. Satisfied that I was showing genuine worship, She reached out with her free hand for the chair back behind my head, and flipping a leg over my reclined legs. She slowly dragged her crotch back up my legs settled her weight down. She leaned her head slowly beside mine, and then arched her back, pushing her tits out and slowly leaning towards me. I used my hand to squeeze her right tit into a slightly pointed cone aiming it at my mouth. She stopped leaning as I opened my mouth and sucked nearly all of her large sexy areola into my mouth.
"Oh yeah. That is nicer," she moaned as I teased my tongue over and around her nipple. "So good. But now my other one wants some of that attention," she said, pulling back slightly and pulling her nipple from my mouth.
I slowly retreated, tugging her nipple with me, then released as I looked at her face in the lantern light. I could see her close her eyes and groan again. She moved her other tit into my face. As I let my lips slide closed so that I had her nipple between them, sucking harder to draw it into my mouth as I teased just the tip of her hard protrusion with my tongue. I repeated the attentions to her left breasts and nipple, her hips starting to rock slightly and grind against my hard shaft as I teased and licked her nipple.
Oh God," she moaned as I switched back to her other tit again, letting my hand holding her left breast slide around her body and down to her bare ass, the thong type bottom leaving almost all of her full round ass exposed.
I let my hand roam around her ass cheeks for long minutes, my mouth moving from breast to breast as I teased her slowly up the long slope towards an orgasm. As I got braver, I let my fingers work down between her cheeks farther until the tip of my middle finger was stroking across the material covering her cunt lips. Up and down I stroked, her body leaning slightly more towards me as my teasing of her cunt coaxed her even closer to an orgasm. I worked my finger under the material and let it slip between her sopping wet lips, teasing slightly into the entrance to her vaginal depths. Her hips rocked more, grinding her clit against my hard-on, her breathing growing more ragged by the moment.
"You know. I can make that feel better," I whispered.
"Yeah? How's that?"
"Why don't you take that panty off and I'll show you."
"You aren't going to try to fuck me, are you?" she asked in a soft moan.
"Not unless you ask me to," I whispered back.
"How can I trust you?
"I gave you a beer, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but you also said you were going to play with my tits. Your hand isn't exactly on my tits."
"Well, we don't have to if you don't want," I said, pulling my finger from the entrance to her vagina.
"I didn't say I didn't want to," she said quickly, pushing herself upright. She held her nearly empty beer out for me, and I set it on the ground as she climbed off of me. She slipped the bikini bottom down and stepped out of it, leaving her completely naked except for the little slip-on sandals she had.
I reached for my shorts and pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my rock hard cock for her. "Don't want to get my shorts all messed up, hard to do laundry out here."
"Uh huh," she agreed, staring at my hard cock. "God damn that's big."
"Not to worry. You don't have to put it inside you; unless of course you want to."
"Yeah. Right," she said as she swung over me again. She settled herself on me, her fat outer lips and the little bit of inner lip protruding, spreading around my engorged head. She settled herself back to aim her tit towards my mouth and I reached around with one hand to stroke up and down the exposed portion of her cunt. She started rocking her hips again, this time sliding her cunt and clit down along my shaft several inches before sliding back toward me and rubbing her button across my engorged head. With my hand stretched around her hip, I let my middle finger push into her cunt and start to slide in and out in time with her strokes along my cock.
As her breathing grew more ragged her strokes grew in length until she was sliding her whole cunt nearly off of my cock. Each time she did, I wondered if she was going to let it move up and nestle into the entrance to her vagina. I pulled my finger out and let my lubricated finger tease over her puckered rosebud, drawing a long deep moan from her. She slid forward a little farther, holding herself there, my cock head slowly sliding up between her lips until the tip was nestled where my finger had been moments before. "Oh my God," she moaned as she pushed back, trying to force her cunt around my fat head. "I don't know if it'll fit."
"It will," I whispered, taking the tip of my finger and gently pressing it into the very entrance of her anus.
"Oh shit!" she cried, her body jerking at the sudden sensation. Her jerk was pushing her back down towards my cock, suddenly jamming me into her about two inches. "Oh Fuck!" she cried into the night as she held herself there, my finger about half an inch into her ass and my cock now stuck into her cunt. She looked down at me and began to rock her hips again, her motion slowly forcing more and more of my cock into her until I could feel my head pushing all the way up against her cervix. "Jesus that's big," she moaned as she started to rock, her motions pulling my finger tip from her ass. She lifted herself more upright, pulling her tits from my face and held the chair back behind me for balance. It was no longer about my mouth or my fingers. It was all about what my thick and lengthy cock. She began to slide long, slow strokes on and off my cock, her tits swinging under her, her rock hard nipples occasionally brushing up and down my chest.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned as she drove the both of us towards climax. On and off my cock she pushed herself, my hips trying to push up towards her as we both neared the inevitable. "Oh God, gonna come. Oh God gonna come," she moaned over and over as her body started to quiver and her cunt started to squeeze and spasm around me. She suddenly froze, her legs and arms trembling as she started to climax on my cock. I reached for her hips and lifted her slightly, so she was standing over me and started to pump my cock up into her climaxing cunt, my own orgasm only moments away.
"Ah Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my body spasmed and jammed up into her. I pulled her hips down onto me, driving my cock fully into her as the first massive gush of cum pumped up into her. Over and over my body jerked and added to the copious load that the girls teasing had primed.
She sat on me for long minutes, sweat running down her body and dripping from her tits as the two of us enjoyed the fading orgasms and worked to catch our breaths again.
"Oh God that felt good," she whispered as my finally softened cock slipped from her cunt. "Now I need a shower though."
"Yeah?" I inquired.
"Oh yeah. So do you. Wanna share one?"
"We could get in trouble for that."
"It's late, no one else seems to be headed that way. I dare you to. I dare you to come in the ladies shower with me. We can wash each other and who knows... maybe you'll find a way to get that back into me." It didn't take me long to agree. "Good. Let me run over and get a few things. I'll be right back. In the meantime, why don't you get rid of those shorts."
"You don't think I'll need them walking to and from?"
She grinned at me. "I'm going like this. You brave enough to do the same? All you'll need is a towel."
"Okay, come get me when you're ready," I agreed.
She climbed off me, collected her bikini and then walked quickly across the road. I pushed off my shorts and climbed out of the chair. It only took me a few moments to dig my flip-flops from my bag and a towel. I wasn't overly worried about walking there in the dark, I mean, it was full darkness now and the only light between here and there was right at the shower house. As long as there weren't any other women in there, it'd be alright. It wasn't the first time I'd been naked in a public place. One of the women I'd hooked up with in a motel wanted to be fucked in the park and a different one stripped us both in the hotel stairwell to get screwed. If I could do that, I guess I could walk in the dark naked.
I sat in my chair naked, having turned off the lantern and turned on the little light hanging from the top of the tent. No one could really see much with my towel laying on my lap anyway. Naomi walked back over, carrying her towel and what looked like a bottle of soap, wearing absolutely nothing. "Ready?"
"Yeah," I answered, getting up. We walked the couple hundred yards along the curving road towards the shower house, the pool of light the only real light other than the moon filtering through the trees above us. She held my hand and walked as if this were perfectly normal.
"Not used to being naked?"
"Out like this? No. You?"
"Well, some of the bikini's I wear are pretty revealing, especially when wet, so it's not all that much different. Especially in the dark. If it were sunny, I don't think I'd be quite this brave. You ever been out naked like this?"
"I had someone that wanted to be fucked in the park once, that was pretty public, even though it was after dark. And one time I had someone wanna get naked in a hotel stairwell. We did that."
"Had sex there? Oh that is naughty."
"Not any more than going to shower in the ladies shower house," I chuckled as we stepped into the pool of light. She opened the door, and I could hear a shower running, meaning we weren't going to be alone. "This isn't a good idea," I whispered.
"Come on. She'll be long gone by the time we're done," she whispered back, pulling on my arm to drag me into the shower house. We looked down the line of shower stalls and she pulled me all the way to the end one, past the one that was already in use. She pushed me into the two part stall, the outer part with a bench and the shower part with a sunken floor to contain the water. She hung both our towels on the door and left it standing open. She reached into the shower part and turned on the water and adjusted it before stepping into the sunken floor portion under the spray. She pulled me into the small cubicle and pushed the shower curtain back open after I pulled it closed. "Come on. You're not the bashful type, are you?" she whispered as she opened the bottle of soap and squirted some across her chest and then some on mine. She closed the bottle and tossed it onto the bench before putting her hands on me and starting to rub the soap around. I reciprocated, rubbing the soap around her tits and working it down her stomach until I was rubbing one hand between her legs, teasing her cunt.
"Yeah. Do that," she moaned loudly as I rubbed my middle finger between her lips, stroking her clit while my other teased her soapy nipples. The water stopped spraying apparently being on some kind of timer, but that didn't stop her from wanting my hands to keep working her. "Don't stop," she moaned as she jerked on my cock. "Make me come," she gasped as I curled my finger up into her cunt as she leaned back and lifted one foot to place it on the wall behind me.
I stroked my finger in and out of her cunt as she played with my rock hard cock, rubbing the tip of my head around her hairless mound, but not quite low enough to get to her cunt. "Shit. Gonna come!" she squeaked loudly, the only sound in the shower house now. Her legs trembled, and I could feel her cunt clenching around my finger as she climaxed in front of me. She stood on one leg for almost a minute before she turned the water on again and rinsed herself off. She turned me around, facing the back wall and the shower head and stood behind me. I waited for her to wrap her arms around me and rinse me off, but she didn't. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see her darting out of the shower stall, taking both towels and her soap bottle with her.
To be continued in part 2, by m storyman x for Literotica.
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Honey - part two
Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au
A/N: I’m so tired yall have no idea. My eyes are burning and my fingers are cramping cause I’ve been writing all day to get this done, so yeah, I’m very satisfied and some of the blogs that I consider big or are big for a fact started following me and commented on the first part, so I freaked out a little, but I can tell that I’ll sleep peacefully tonight because of that, so thank you all. Enjoy!:)
Oh, and I almost forgot, the song at the end is called “Honey” and it’s by Johnny Balik (shoker, as my man Kieran would say)
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Lorcan's least favourite day was definitely Friday, unlike all people his age. Not because he didn't like going out in the city at night to have fun and drink until you forgot even your mother's name, but because it was the only day of the week he had to work at both the shelter and the toy shop.
He loved working with the dogs and the few cats they brought in, and although he wasn't really a people person, he enjoyed spending time deciding with the kids and parents what was the best gift to go home with. And although Lorcan would never admit it out loud, he had grown fond of some of the regulars - especially a mother of three who he knew worked as a lawyer in one of the offices above the shop. Almost every day she would come in during her lunch break to buy one of those surprise sachets that cost a euro each and if Lorcan didn't see her coming before he went on his break, he would wait a few minutes before closing up just for her. Elide had managed to find out this detail a few months later after she moved in and he knew she would never stop teasing him because he had a heart of gold.
The phone vibrated in his hand just as he got behind the wheel and he wasn't at all surprised to see that the last message he had gotten was from Elide.
He huffed, not even opening yet another link that would surely send him to yet another website with information on why the world was ending very slowly and why humans were to be blamed entirely. He started the car and drove off towards their house.
Lorcan wasn't a bad person and he really cared about everything Elide was sending him, but he was tremendously tired and all he could think about was how much he wanted to take a shower and pass out in his bed. The fact that none of this was going to happen because Fenrys and Rowan had forced him to accept the invitation out to dinner made it all worse.
It took him less than ten minutes to get home and when he parked and saw the lights in their living room on, he seriously considered backing up and getting out of there to get to Vaughan's house before Elide noticed his car and he wouldn't be able to get away no more.
He was sure his friend would take him in without question if he asked to put him up for a night.
But luck was not on his side as Elide's petite figure appeared in the window and Lorcan could not see her face, but he knew she was smiling as she bounced and waved to greet him.
Despite everything, Lorcan raised his hand in turn and smiled back at her, knowing full well that even she could not see him so low and hidden by the evening shadows.
As he climbed the sixth flight of stairs and mentally prepared himself for two more, he could foresee the flood of words that would wash over him when he entered the house. Elide hadn't kept quiet for the entire day, sending him voice messages and staying with him on calls for the entire duration of his lunch break, so much so that at one point he had wondered if she had gone to class and then to work. He had discovered that yes, she had gone, but she hadn't paid the slightest attention to what they had explained and had gotten half the customers' orders wrong.
When he opened the front door, he recognized the melody of one of the songs she'd put on her apology playlist, the one he'd made for her nearly three weeks earlier after she'd found out he still smoked. She'd seemed so hurt that after he'd gone to bed and cleaned the tiles of his blood until they glistened, he'd stood at the kitchen table and spent hours and hours searching for the perfect apology songs. A bit dramatic perhaps, but it had had the desired effect.
He sighed, slipping off his jacket and putting it as far away from Elide's as possible, so that no animal hair would get on hers. He would clean it later.
The girl in question sputtered out of the living room with a beaming smile on her face, her cheeks strangely red and her eyes so bright they were glossy, "Hello, handsome."
"Hi, Ellie." he murmured, straightening his back and making the bones in his neck crack. Elide approached and Lorcan took a step back, bumping his back against the door, "I haven't showered yet," he put his hands forward to keep her at arm's length, "you can touch and hug me all you want later, but please not now," he begged her.
She gave the cutest pout he had ever seen, "But-"
"No buts, you can wait three minutes for me to wash up without dying," he continued, walking past her without touching her or making any overly sudden movements.
"You're such a pain in the ass," she complained, that adorable pout deepening all the more, "I can always take the antihistamine if I get allergies."
Lorcan shook his head, turning a confused expression on her, "I'd rather you didn't take medication just because you want to hug me."
It was true.
To their great misfortune, Elide was one of the very few people he knew who was allergic to animal hair. Any animal. More precisely, she was allergic to the mites that lived in the fur and the dust that accumulated in it in enormous quantities even on a normal basis. Given that the dogs Lorcan worked with were left to run loose in the fields all day, when he came home he was covered in anything that could kill his friend and roommate in one sniff and he didn't want to have to take her to the emergency room again because they couldn't tell if she was breathing properly.
It was why every night since he'd started working at the shelter he had taken a shower before doing anything else. It was why their water bill had gone up so much since they had found out about this allergy of hers.
"It's just a pill Lor, it's not like I have to get shots or..." she shrugged, as if to indicate anything more invasive than a simple pill.
He brought his hands in front of his mouth like a prayer, looking her in the eyes, "How many times do I have to explain to you that if you take one type of medicine every day, after a while your body no longer perceives it as an extra foreign thing to help you, but as the norm and so it no longer has any effect?"
Elide grimaced, "I hate you."
He chuckled, walking backwards until he reached the bathroom door, just in case she had the great idea to ambush him and jump on his back, "Just wait five minutes."
"It was three before," she said frowning, "And, speaking of showers-" and then she did something that made Lorcan freeze in his tracks. He didn't register what was going on until Elide's shirt was too high up for him to avoid seeing everything. And by everything, he meant everything.
"Elide what the fuck are you doing?!" he turned around, screaming, then his eyes went wide, trying to figure out if what had just happened was true or not. He squeezed his eyes shut, closing his hands into fists, biting his knuckles, "You're not wearing a fucking bra." he said in a voice sharper than he had intended.
He heard her giggle, but the sound came out muffled, "Loorcaaan." she crooned, "Help."
"I can't turn around Ellie, you're naked," he pointed out to her with his eyes still closed, then in a lower voice, "God, you're naked. What has gotten into you?"
He felt her move as she walked around him and stopped in front of him, "Help." she said in a flat tone. Lorcan had to laugh, her tone reminded him so much of the way the green aliens in Toy Story talked.
"Help what?" he asked letting out an amused laugh.
"I'm stuck." she said slurring her words and he felt her move, she was probably wiggling to get out of her t-shirt. And if she was wiggling, that meant her-
Lorcan took a sharp breath, cursing under his breath and trying to quiet his wandering mind.
He arched an eyebrow, though he was pretty sure she couldn't see him either, as doubt crept into him, "Are you drunk?"
Elide was silent for a while, then giggled like a child, "Just a little tipsy."
"Ellie it's seven o'clock," he exclaimed amused, but surprised to learn that she had been drinking, "why on earth are you drunk at seven?"
"Just a little tipsy," she repeated like a broken record. Then she screeched like a pterodactyl and Lorcan burst out laughing again, turning and taking a step or two forward to avoid risking accidentally touching her once more.
"Alright, why are you just a little tipsy at seven o'clock on a night when we're supposed to be going out with the others?" he asked now a little more eager to know the answer.
He heard her snort audibly, "The world is ending, Lorcan, why won't you understand that?"
He opened his eyes wide, not believing what she was saying, pinning them on the picture their friends had given them for Christmas, the one with all their best pictures collaged on a coloured canvas.
And here he thought he was the dramatic one of the two.
He nodded to himself, "So you're telling me that the reason you decided to get drunk before you even went out is because of global warming?"
He heard a rustle and then something hit him on the head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to slap you," she said in the tone of someone who couldn't care less about having hit him, "Anyway, yeah. Global warming and forests catching fire and animals dying and plastic burning..." she took a deep breath and then continued for a few minutes, making a list of all the things she had learned that afternoon by reading all the articles she could find about why humans were the worst living thing in the world.
Lorcan stood patiently listening to her, occasionally getting lost when she introduced topics that were a little too specific, but listen to her he did. The way she was saying all those things was always reminiscent of the little green aliens, but he knew the subject was more serious than it sounded.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he didn't think he'd moved too much, but at one point Elide sneezed and he cursed himself for not having moved fast enough to go to the bathroom.
"I told you you'd get allergies."
"But I didn't even touch you," she squealed back.
"You know that's not necessary for even your soul to start itching too," he scolded her.
Elide remained silent for a while longer, then started talking again, "And we should seriously get some glass bottles, if I see you with those stupid plastic bottles again I'll kill you. Scout's honor." she threatened him.
Lorcan chuckled, "Elide you've never been in scouts."
"How punctilious of you." she scoffed at him, then gasped, "We could buy matching flasks, with glitter and," she gasped again, sounding increasingly excited, "We could have one of our pictures printed on it."
A smile broke out on Lorcan's lips and he knew that if he had looked in the mirror at that moment he would have seen the face of a boy lost in love. He pulled himself together, straightening his back, trying not to think about how he felt about Elide. It wouldn't have done any good to admit that those feelings were real and tangible inside him.
He was staring at Fenrys' face in one of the pictures they had taken on holiday that summer, when Elide spoke again.
"This is a list of things that should make you understand why we have to shower together."
Lorcan choked on his saliva. He coughed a few times, patting his chest.
How had they gone from polar bears dying from melting ice to them showering together?
"What are you talking about?" he asked her in a squeaky voice.
The fact that she was alluding to them showering together while he knew she was half naked behind him, a breath away practically, made him feel so many different kinds of wrong.
"We can't waste water Lor, it's not hard." she sounded exasperated, then muttered, "Sometimes I really think you're being obtuse or stupid."
Lorcan's eyes went wide, "Wow, thanks Ellie."
"You're welcome." she chipped.
He shook his head, sighing and running a hand over his face, "Don't you think there are plenty of other ways we can start saving the world, before we have to shower together?" he took the fact that she wasn't answering as a cue to continue, "Like start recycling?"
Elide gasped again, making him chuckle, "Did you sign the petition?"
"Which-" he trailed off. She was talking about the petition to have a door-to-door rubbish collection service introduced in their town. Something that would force everyone to sort their garbage. "Yes, I signed it."
"Good." she whispered.
"I signed them all," he reiterated, because it was true and he knew that Elide never sent him stupid petitions, that whatever she sent him must be important and it didn't cost him anything to put his email and name on a website if it meant he could make a difference in his own small way.
"Thank you. I really appreciate it." she said in a weak voice.
Lorcan felt strangely uncomfortable all of a sudden.
And not because of the fact that Elide was naked behind him and had just confessed to wanting to shower with him, but because he would have wanted to turn around and kiss her, not do what any other guy would have thought of doing with a half-naked girl. No. Lorcan just wanted to kiss her and take his time in the process, savour the kiss and not be hasty and quick.
He wanted it to be slow and heartfelt, he wanted her to feel every single thing he couldn't say out loud.
"Lorcan?" she whispered, "I'm always stuck and I'm starting to get cold."
He blinked, "Yeah, you're right." then interrupted. They were silent a few seconds, "You really can't pull your shirt down?"
"No."
He took a deep breath. Then another.
"Okay, I'm going to turn around and keep my eyes closed, please stay still so I don't touch- anything. I'm not touching anything. I'll try to help you." he stammered, clasping his hands along his sides. She made a simple grunt of assent and he huffed, raising his hands in the air and lowering them slowly until he touched her head. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and then released the elbow that had gotten stuck in her shirt.
"Yay." exclaimed Elide.
Sensing that she was moving freely on her own, Lorcan pulled away again and when the sound of clothes stopped, he asked, "Are you done?"
"Yes," she said singing.
His shoulder sagged a little and he smiled. He opened his eyes, ready to move Elide to the side and go take that holy shower, but whatever he'd thought when he'd asked if she was done must have been the exact opposite of what she'd thought, because Elide's tits were freer than ever between the two of them.
Lorcan grunted, slapping a hand over his face to cover his eyes, "What the fuck, Ellie. Stop flashing me, I'm begging you."
He heard her giggle and then a gust of wind and her laughter fading down the corridor let him know she had run off. He opened his eyes tentatively, peering through his fingers to make sure she wasn't still in front of him and sighed with relief when he finally managed to get into the bathroom and lock the door behind him.
He leaned against the sink, clutching the ceramic between his fingers and staring at his reflection in the mirror.
He never thought the first time he would see Elide's tits would be under these circumstances. He ran a hand over his face again, trying to somehow erase the image he knew he would never forget.
He had just stepped into the shower when he heard something very large and heavy slam against the door. Something that seconds later burst out laughing. Lorcan could only follow as he imagined a half-naked Elide running towards the bathroom and failing to stop in time.
"Are you alright, honey?" he asked her just in case. He turned on the water, hissing when he found it frozen, but not moving from under the jet. After all, a cold shower wouldn't hurt him.
"Let me in." she shouted, slamming her fist against the door, "Let me iiin!"
"Are you dressed?"
"No."
"Then you can't come in."
A scream of despair followed by what could only be a fake hysterical cry made him burst out laughing again, but then for a few minutes all that was heard was the sound of the shower and water falling from his hair.
"Ellie, are you still there?"
The answer came quickly, "Yes."
"Are you still naked?"
"Maybe." then he heard her move against the door and realised she'd been sitting on the floor.
Perfect, he was stuck in there. He reached for the phone and thought of something.
As he finished untangling the knots in his hair and washing out the conditioner, Elide was talking about how harmful the soaps they used were and had even gone so far as to say that they should both shave their heads so as to minimise their impact on the environment.
"What did you do today?" she asked him suddenly.
Lorcan didn't answer, dialling the number of a certain blonde girl who could help him out of this situation. Aelin answered after the fifth ring and Lorcan knew full well that she had done it on purpose, hoping he would hang up so she wouldn't have to talk to him.
"Hello?"
"Listen, something kind of weird happened and I need-"
"Who is this?" Lorcan arched an eyebrow, pulling his ear away from the phone to check the number. It was Aelin's phone. And the chick's voice on the other end was her, he was sure of it. "God, Lorcan, I'm fucking with you, what's up?"
"Funny," he deadpanned, "Elide's already drunk."
"What? But it's not even eight o'clock."
"I know, I came home and she was already like that."
A few moments of silence passed, "Okay, and what do you want me to do?"
"Well, she took her shirt off at one point."
Lorcan waited for a reaction, but Aelin didn't respond.
"And now she's naked in the hallway and blocking the bathroom door and-"
"She's what?" the friend burst out laughing.
"She's naked," he gritted through his teeth, "And she's blocking the bathroom door. I don't know how to get out and I don't want to open the door and push her off and risk hurting her. Is there any way you could come over here and help her? Help me?"
"I’ll make sure she'll never hear the end of it." Aelin laughed louder and Lorcan heard Rowan ask her what was going on. The blonde took breaths before saying, "Ellie flashed Lorcan and how he's stuck in the bathroom because he's afraid of a pair of nice-looking boobies."
"So are you planning on coming?" he asked before he completely lost his patience.
He imagined her wiping tears from under her eyes, "Yes, we'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"We?"
"Me, Ro and Fen. He's the one driving tonight and he picked us up."
"Okay," Lorcan murmured, "but they can't come up to the house."
"Why?" drawled Aelin, "Because you're jealous?"
He counted to ten, restraining himself from hanging up on her, "No, because this is going to be humiliating enough for Elide without two more of her friends seeing her half naked, so please just come up alone."
Aelin huffed, "You're right, but you're no fun."
They said their goodbyes and Lorcan put the phone down, starting to blow dry his hair.
"Lorcan."
"Lorcan."
"Lorcan."
Elide hadn't stopped saying his name for half a second throughout the call and it was starting to annoy him. Then he shook his head, no. He wasn't annoyed by Elide, it was Aelin.
That girl could get under his skin like few could.
"What?"
"You didn't tell me what you did today."
And Lorcan did, so that at least she would stop slamming her hand against the door.
He told her about the last man who'd come to see what dogs he could give his daughter and how he'd seemed so much like the guy who'd abandoned them on the side of the road after not even a week and it had pissed him off. He told her the morning had been even worse, because one of the children had started opening all the toys on display and his mother, who had been right next to him the whole time with her eyes fixed on the phone screen, hadn't stopped him and it had been up to Lorcan to tell him he couldn't do it. It was only then that the woman had realised what a mess it was and had simply apologised to him, running out of the shop so fast that he hadn't even noticed they had left. He had to call his manager and he was not exactly pleased to hear this story, but he also said that they would donate the toys to the church down the street, which was responsible for distributing them to kindergartens in the neighbourhood. That cheered him up a little.
By the time he had finished his story, Aelin had arrived and once he had taken her to her room. Lorcan could finally go out and get ready himself.
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It was after midnight, the entire group was rocking out on the dance floor of their favorite outdoor club, a place called "The Wild Night" that was on the edge of town, closer to the forest than anything else, and normally Lorcan would have joined his friends to dance and sing, but there was a problem.
A big, huge, handsome problem.
And the problem was called Kyllian.
He couldn't figure out whose idea it had been to invite the boy with them that night, but whoever it was, this person's days were numbered, because Lorcan would kill them first and then use the limbs of their corpse to kill Kyllian.
Kyllian who had now been rubbing up against Elide for hours and who had offered her more drinks than stupid charming grins - and he really was reserving a lot of those for her.
"If you don't stop looking at him like that you're going to make his head explode," someone said, throwing themselves onto the small bench next to him.
He turned his head so fast he wondered how he had managed not to break his neck, "What are you talking about?"
Fenrys arched an eyebrow, "Even if you weren't staring at Kyllian like you wanted to see him disappear off the face of the earth, everyone here, including Elide," he told him with so much as a glare, giving him a slight shove, "would know that you're not really into what's going on on that dance floor."
"He's right," Rowan said to his left, sipping the drink of Aelin's she'd left him. When the hell had he sat there?
Lorcan didn't answer, remaining motionless with his sullen expression.
"I can give you a hand if you want," Fenrys murmured, sucking on the fuchsia straw sticking out of his equally pink glass.
He inhaled through his nose, "And how would you do that?"
"You have to trust me."
"Never." said Lorcan as Rowan said at the same time, "Don't."
Fenrys looked at them both with his mouth wide open and a hand to his chest, "I'm hurt." then finished what was left of the drink in one gulp and stood up abruptly, staggering a little, but holding himself up nonetheless. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the two boys still sitting, grinning, and Lorcan knew immediately what was going to happen.
"Ellie!" he shouted, turning more heads than necessary, "Love of my life!"
Kyllian pulled away from Ellie just enough for Fenrys to grab her hand and spin her around a few times until she burst out laughing and begged him to stop. The new boy didn't even seem to exist anymore as his best friend laced her arms around Fenrys' hips and rocked left and right, increasingly drunk.
Lorcan's heart clenched in his chest as he heard that sound so carefree, so happy.
He didn't realise he was smiling until Rowan cackled beside him, "God, you're fucked."
He didn't pay any attention to him and stood up, keeping his gaze fixed on her face.
He heard Lysandra and Aelin calling his name, hyping him up and threw them a real, quick smile that made them scream even louder, as if they were fans at one of his concerts. When he finally reached Fenrys and Elide's side, the blond spun her around ninety degrees and for a moment she closed her eyes, giggling, intoxicated by the amount of alcohol she had ingested, but when she opened them again and saw Lorcan standing in front of her, a smile as wide as he had ever seen it spread across her face.
"I'll leave you Ellie, you're in good hands," Fenrys told her, winking at him from above her head.
But neither of them even looked at him.
His eyes locked into hers as they both took a step forward and found themselves a caress away. Her chest rose and fell in an agitated rhythm. After all, she'd been dancing with everyone for hours, so much so that Lorcan wondered how she hadn't thrown up yet.
His gaze ran over her body, her bare shoulders, the line of her collarbones, and further down between her breasts. Breasts he'd had the chance to see for a millisecond a few hours before and remembered perfectly. The darker shade of pink that had characterized her-
"Lorcan."
He felt his heart pounding in his throat.
She had never said his name like that.
His eyes went up, sliding over lips so full, so perfect, up, over her nose and then up again, finding hers and the music changed, becoming slower, the lights dimmed as the strobes were turned off. Elide seemed to recognise the tune as her lips parted slightly, "Lor," she repeated. He raised a hand until his knuckles brushed her cheek and when she let go a shuddering breath, Lorcan began to sing under his breath.
"Tell me everything and hold no lies. Say you're waiting for better skies," he leaned forward as his other hand slid to her hip and Elide moved closer, until their bodies were fully joined to each other and one of her legs was between his and their hips were one thing moving in sync with the music. He felt Elide's breath against his neck and had to suppress a shudder when she too began to sing along with him.
"Oh, but honey don't taste like summer no more. Stick around now, I miss you every night,"
He lowered his head even more, brushing her nose with his own. The hand that had been on her cheek had slipped over her shoulder and was now tracing the path down her back, grazing the top of her bottom until it rested on her hip.
"Elide," he whispered, breathing on her lips. She closed her eyes, pushing herself up, towards him, and Lorcan held her tighter, moving his fingers over the exposed skin between her miniskirt and the black top she was wearing and there he was. Elide was there, with him, and she was so close to his body that he could feel the heart beating in her chest.
She was there and the next second... she wasn't. Because Elide had snapped away and was now vomiting on his feet. Lorcan held his breath as she was shaken by another gag and he had just enough time to take a step back that she threw up again.
The people around them quickly scampered away, creating a small circle of spectators and casting a quick glance at his friends he saw that they had a large audience. He just hoped Elide was too drunk to remember what happened the next day.
He looked down and grimaced, all sorts of emotions swirling inside him as the girl he loved clutched at him and puked her dinner all over his clothes.
He cursed at whoever decided how things went for breaking the best moment of his life with vomit and then gathered her hair into a loose ponytail, tying it with an elastic band he kept on his wrist specifically for these occasions.
He heard her whimper and put both hands on her shoulders, stroking her in circular motions to help her warm up. Aelin and Lysandra appeared next to them shortly after and when Ellie was firm enough on her feet to walk, they stepped over the pool of vomit and Lorcan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pushing her towards the exit.
"Let's go home, Ellie."
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Money, Money, Money Part 1
Pairing: mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader, slight Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: lots of swearing, silly drunk mobs, mentions of alcoholism, parody, Peter is adult, is this a crack fic??
Words: 2578.
Summary: When Steve finds out somebody has stolen their money, Bucky realizes he has to take his ass off the leather couch in his office, finally.
P.S. This is my first attempt to write humor and I’m sorry in advance for everything I’ve written here 😅
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“BITCH, DID I STUTTER WHEN I SAID TO KEEP THAT SAFE CLOSED AT ALL TIMES?”
Allyson massaged her temples softly and let out a groan: if Mr. Rogers continued to yell like that, he would definitely choke soon. This morning he had been pretending to be the death, vengeance and fury, ready to kick the ass of her immediate superior, James Barnes, who acted like he was deaf, unable to pull himself from the couch where he slept after getting drunk as a fish last night. Oh, poor Bucky. Apparently, he fucked things up again if Mr. Rogers stormed into his office like he was getting chased by a 200-pound dog.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you son of a...” glancing at a pouting man-child with a three-day beard, Steve covered his face with his palm and let out an exasperated sigh, “... respectable woman who would die of shame if she saw you now!”
“Come on, Stevie,” the man yawned, finally moving his huge, muscular body up to sit instead of just laying on the couch since he felt a little guilty Steve was getting all riled up while he just chilled, “why so serious? Yeah, somebody took a bit of cash from the safe, it’s not a big deal.”
Allyson heard everything as if they were speaking right in front of her - Bucky was a real Mr. Cheapo who didn’t want to rent an office with decent walls - and quickly closed her ears, wishing she had taken her earplugs today. Her boss just made a grave mistake, and now both of them were going to pay for it with their eardrums.
“NOT A BIG DEAL? NOT A BIG DEAL, YOU MASSIVE BAG OF DOUCHE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY WAS THERE, HUH?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THOSE MONEY WERE FOR?!”
Seriously, she considered getting a new job, but these free daily standup shows were both tiring and so fucking funny she was afraid she might wet her seat.
“Oh my fucking God, Bucky, I swear I’ll kill you, I’ll... no, I have a better idea!” Steve gave his best friend a dirty look. “I’ll call your uncle. Yeah, you know which one. He’ll be sooo happy to take you drunk ass to jail and then give your mama a call. I bet she has a cure for both your attitude and alcoholism.”
“You wouldn’t do that!”
Suddenly realizing the danger he was in, Bucky quickly got up, almost falling to the floor but holding on the leather chair in the very last second. When Steve talked about calling his uncle, a chief of police of the neighboring town where his whole family lived, it meant things were going bad. Real bad.
“Bucky, it was the part we were going to invest into Pierce’s casino. I have to take it to him tomorrow morning. TOMORROW FUCKING MORNING, DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU STINKING DRUNK?”
“I’m drunk but not deaf, Steve!”
“Oh my God, I’m driving you to a rehab, go gather your stuff right now!”
Allyson sighed, getting up and proceeding to choose the most beautiful cup to fill it with fresh coffee: when their conflicts escalated to threats, it meant her boss would soon start to sweet-talk, apologizing to his best friend and promising to sober up and get things right. Every time she felt like Mr. Rogers would really do something to Bucky, the guy used his natural charisma and charm and got away with anything by just reminding Steve how he fought for his best friend in the dark alleys when Rogers was a sick, skinny kid. It worked every damn time.
There they were again, talking about same things with Bucky swearing on his mother’s life that he will find the money and bring it back to Steve. Usually it meant the threats were coming to an end, and soon Mr. Rogers would open the door and come out red as a lobster, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. There he would see her with a cup of nice coffee with cream and two spoons of sugar just like he preferred, gladly accepting it and saying nobody understand him but her. Then Allyson would smile compassionately, listen to his small talk before he went out the office, and wait until her grumpy boss would fall out the room, reeking alcohol, and ask her what the fuck had happened yesterday.
After that in a couple of minutes things would finally settle down, and Allyson would have a chance to give a call to her best friend.
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Your day couldn’t start better: you had finally received your Amazon order - hooray to the stupid makeup tools you would use, like, once a year - and even watched your favorite Netflix series with a cup of a fragrant coffee with marshmallows because it was Sunday and you were finally free from both work and cleaning the apartment. It felt so nice to just do absolutely nothing, laying on your couch with a piece of pizza in your hand. Seriously, even a workaholic like you had to do it more often.
Your lazy morning was interrupted by Peter, a sweet college student who was getting into troubles more often than a drunk in a local bar: you seriously considered calling him Harry Potter after you found him half-naked with a scratch on his forehead standing in the corridor of your building and holding a broom. To protect himself from bullies, he said, by the look on his face you could tell it was as good as a magic wand against 6"4 ft tall guys, seriously.
Since he rented an apartment with other unlucky nerds who had zero skills how to survive in this cruel world, you ended up nearly baby-sitting Peter, patching him up after he was getting in a fight and lending him some money time after time when he struggled to pay rent or buy food. His parents were elderly people with income below average, but they still did whatever they could to give him an education, so you decided to give the guy a hand.
Now that baby was standing in front of you, lit up like a Christmas tree, with a bouquet of wonderful pink roses, big box of hand-crafted chocolates and a whole bag of what looked like some very fine food, even a bottle of champagne clinking inside.
"Good morning, Fairy Godmother! I came to bring back what I owe you!" His smile was a mile wide when he looked at your face, happy to the point he couldn't stand still, dancing like those Duracell rabbits in the tv ad.
"You're up early, Cinderella."
You yawned, laughing when you saw the guy pouting at the nickname you gave him - tf he expected for calling you Fairy Godmother?
"Don't stand there, come in."
When he actually handed you the flowers and chocolates, giving you a quick peck on the cheek shyly, you froze, finally realizing he brought all this for you. Wait, what? Where the heck did he get so much money to buy that expensive stuff? You thought he was helping his other neighbor who was planning to finally propose to his girlfriend. Perplexed to the point you nearly missed that peck, you blinked at tomato red Peter.
"Please don't tell me you robbed your 90-year-old paralytic professor."
"Why don't you ask if I robbed a bank?" He pouted again, putting the bag on the floor and getting a hundred dollar banknote out of his old leather wallet. "I actually came to thank you for everything you've done for me. And I didn't rob anyone! I got a real job!"
"Real job?" You eyed him curiously. "But don't you already have a job in delivery?"
"Pfft, you can't call it a job. It was getting one nasty smelling pizza from one place to the other while looking miserable."
You barely held your laugh, leaving the bouquet and chocolates on the side table and rubbing guy's back. Poor Peter, nobody was giving him a hand - while you couldn't question people's decision since the guy wasn't the most reliable one, it was still a shame he wasn't treated decently as if all of them weren't young and careless once.
Wait, but who on Earth gave him such a well-paid job all of a sudden? He must have spent hundreds of dollars on the bouquet, chocolates, food and champagne, not even counting those 100 dollars he owed.
Oh God.
"Please don't tell me you're working for some shady business." You looked at him in horror, your hand flying to your mouth. "Peter, is it Tony's band?!"
"Jesus woman, why would I work for some stupid mob." The guy rolled his eyes, and you sighed in relief, not knowing what to except from this trouble on two skinny legs. “I’m telling you, it’s nothing bad! I just have to keep it a secret before I get a contract. Once I figure it out, I’ll explain everything, I swear!”
“Alright, alright, don’t stress over it, I’m not your Ma.” Smirking, you went to take a square glass vase you hadn’t use in ages, filling it with water to drop the bouquet inside. “Let’s celebrate it, then! Woah, careful there, give me that bottle until you drop it on my clean floor, I’ve been scrubbing it for hours yesterday!”
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Bucky still felt like Steve was making too much of a big deal out of it: obviously, it was Tony who went to him at night when Bucky was already drunk like a monkey, celebrating the birth of Clint’s daughter. Nobody else had the courage to steal from him, Steve’s right hand, an ex-soldier who had a reputation of a man killing with the first punch. Not that Bucky ever killed anybody, actually being a ex-trumpet in an army band...
Anyway, the man was heading over to Stark’s Tower, a motel where he and all his guys lived when his wife Pepper was out of town. Pepper had definitely been out of town lately since Tony didn’t call: when she was coming back, Steve and Tony were having a two-day truce with nobody getting in a fight because it was making Mrs. Stark upset, and when she was upset, both Steve and Tony didn’t risk getting out of their holes to face this enraged blonde woman who could make anyone wet themselves with one her glance. If there were anyone killing with just one punch in the town, it got to be Pepper.
As he got closer in his Cadillac that looked like it went through fire and water before being sold to Bucky, Barnes stared at the motel suspiciously: it was strangely quiet with everyone hiding inside, not a man guarding the motel’s entrance. What the hell happened? Tony loved showing off, pretending he ruled over the town, and he would definitely act like a king after stealing Steve’s and his money. It was unbelievable Bucky so nobody welcoming him with a smirk.
Hoping he didn’t use all that money for emptying a liquor store, Bucky parked the car and went to the motel, dying to have some beer: one heartless blonde boss of his emptied his fridge.
“Oh, more drinking partners returning to continue the fun, huh?”
Bucky froze immediately, staring at Pepper who stood in the doorway with a face of an iron maiden. Jesus fucking Christ. She returned to the city way before Tony told him, and it was clear she found him not in the condition she expected to. While Bucky considered whether it was better to run, Tony’s head appeared somewhere behind his wife, and Barnes saw Tony was as drunk as him, if not even more. He could see a huge blue mark from Pepper’s heavy hand on Stark’s cheek.
“Who’s that, honey?” The man asked innocently, earning an enraged glance from his wife, and Bucky thought he should have run. “Hi, Buck! Come on in, it’s ok if you didn’t bring beer even if I asked twice.”
Oh. Something was going on. Of course, Bucky could rat the man out immediately, telling Pepper he wasn’t drinking with Tony yesterday’s night, but he wasn’t such a heartless bastard - by the look on Stark’s face Barnes could see his sweet blonde wifey would beat poor Tony to death with her Dior handbag.
“Sorry, I blacked out for a couple of hours in my car.” He mumbled, bowing his head in respect. “Pepper, such a pleasure to see you.”
“Come on in, alcoholic.” Her gaze was heavy, and Bucky shivered a little, carefully leaving his shoes near the door and scurrying away to the coach where Tony sat, nervously biting his fingers. “Well, do you wanna tell me something, huh? How many hookers have you brought here yesterday?”
Glancing to Tony and back to Pepper, Barnes suddenly realized his frenemy had been so drunk he had no hecking idea whether somebody really brought hookers to the motel - it was a total taboo, but once they got drunk they could barely control themselves. Once they literally woke up to a Santa Claus singing Jingle Bells in the tub in the middle of June because Tony missed Christmas.
Of course, Stark would never slip up the night before Pepper was coming back to town, but, apparently, she didn’t stay with her mom for as long as she planned, and Tony was royally fucked.
“I’ve asked you a question.”
And now Bucky was, too, if he didn’t think of something quick. Of course, he could tell her the truth, but it meant losing Tony completely, and Barnes didn’t want that. A real mafioso should have at least one strong enemy, right?
“I’m sorry, Pepper, but I don’t think there were any hookers here last night.” He said, carefully choosing words. “You see, first, Tony never allows us to. Second, we’re good Christians. We would never invite some hookers when we celebrated the birth of Clint’s daughter!”
As he got silent, enjoying the effect his words were having on Pepper, Bucky looked at the man sitting to his right, watching Tony’s eyes watering: it was definitely God himself who sent Barnes his way that morning, saving his from near death. Nothing would work better than this excuse. Clint and all Bucky’s guys were so drunk to the point they barely remembered what had happened, and it would be easy to convince them Tony and his gang came to see Barnes for something and ended up staying with all of them.
Besides, there was a nice bonus Bucky could add to make it work even better.
“By the way, Clint named her Natasha. That’s also the name of your mom, right?”
By the look on Tony’s face the man realized he was ready to sing.
“How did he know my mom’s name?” Pepper eyed Steve’s right hand distrustfully, but he could tell she was less irritated.
“Oh, you know, he and his wife couldn’t choose the name, so we started saying whatever names we knew, and Tony mentioned Natasha.”
For a second Bucky thought Stark was going to kiss him through excess of joy.
When he finally left the motel, getting his pack of beer given him by lovely Pepper who changed the anger to mercy, Tony ran out of the house after him, giving him a pat on the shoulder and whispering quietly, “I own you one, brother.”
Bucky sighed. Stark didn’t take the money.
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ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ | ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ [x fem! reader]
Warnings: NSFW, all characters 18+, drug abuse
(A/N) I've never written on tumblr-- I've only ever written on wattpad (@/hentaimommi), let's hope this goes well! sorry for any mistakes/misunderstandings, I'm trying to improve my writing and take it seriously.
[R O O M A T E S]
It all began on a Friday night. Rintarou had gone out with his regular crowd, pot heads and easy chicks, and I was stuck at home. No one here to buy me a drink or hold my hand. I didn't mind though, I wasn't envious. He had his life, I had mine.
That was, until he got home. Usually in the midst of his cross-faded fits, he'd somehow sneak into my room. The first time it happened I was taken off guard, he never had shown an interest in me. No once could I recall any moment where he even asked how my day was. Yet, when he came home on Friday nights, that was all I could hear.
Tonight was no different, of course. I sat on the sofa, up late watching whatever k-drama Netflix had to offer that would stimulate my romantic ability. I'd never been romantically perused; men seemed to tiptoe around me, too intimidated by whatever quality seems to be so offputting to them. Anyone but Rin.
I could hear when he arrived home. The lock was being messily fiddled with, his drunken state rendered his ability to think cognitively or with any real consideration. Soon the door would finally open, swinging all the way to the wall.
A large waft of alcohol and weed forced it's way into my nasal cavity; reminding me of the man himself. Looking over to him, he stood facing backwards to the door, which puzzled me for a moment. Then, as if to answer my question by some hand at fate, another woman walked in behind him.
She was skinny, slender if you will. Tall, too. Her hair was long, skin coated in a thick layer of body glitter for whatever low-life party they were coming from. I wanted to pretend like this wouldn't phase me, but in the depths of my heart, it pulled. It hurt badly, so bad my face noticeably dropped.
""What's 'sur problem?" He asks, sloppily throwing his arm over the womans shoulder. She was so out of it her responses were only incoherent grunts. Classy. I rolled my eyes, standing up and gathering the things I had settled on the sofa.
It didn't hurt so much that, in a drunken state, he picked up some random woman. It hurt because then I realized how much I actually wanted it to happen. I had shaved, done my hair, and even put on a cute set of lingerie that had been collecting dust in my drawer since my first year at University.
The low glow of his bedroom light flickered on, causing both parties to squint. He then shut the door, no- slammed it. I sighed, letting a wonton groan escape before I secluded into my room for the night; sure to wear headphones.
By the time morning light seemed through the edge of my black out curtains, the woman was gone. The only sounds emitting from his room were low-groan like growls in his sleep. I stood, warm feet padding on the cold wooden floors in a hushed tone.
To the kitchen I went, turning on some light lo-fi on the Alexa that sat next to the stove, and beginning to cook a small breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and biscuits. Nothing too crazy, afterall, we're in Uni.
Apparently the smell awoke the sleeping bear, seeing how he groggily stumbled from his room. I didn't know how to feel. Usually he saved sex for me, which always made me feel like we had something exclusive. I was in for one rude awaking, now feeling nearly embarrassed at my ignorance.
"Mornin' beautiful. Whatcha makin'?" He asked, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a water. "Eggs, bacon, and biscuits. The pain medication is in the cabinet to the left, for your hangover." He smiled, nodding and grabbing the bottle from the cabinet.
I reached up into the one above my head, grabbing two plates and organizing a hearty breakfast for the both of us; especially him. He thanked me silently, taking the plate from my hands and making his way to the sofa. He turned the TV on, getting lost in whatever was playing at this hour.
I sighed, opting to eat at the counter instead of with him like we usually do on Saturday mornings. "Oh, I'm goin' out with Kita tonight, would you wanna come? Unless yer' totally wrecked from last night." He broke the silence, making me look up. Last night?
"What do you mean 'wrecked from last night'?" I asked, sipping on the OJ I had in a pink cup set aside from before I started cooking. Rin turned around, almost to question my sanity. "Don't you remember? I totally wrecked you last night, pretty thing." His words were quite literally laced with certainty, nearly making me laugh.
"Uh- no, you didn't. You did however completely destroy some bar hopper, though. At least that's the sound of it." I began to chuckle, opening my phone. Kita's Snapchat was full of videos of last night, so I turned to show him one of him and the woman he had brought home grinding on the dance floor.
"Oh shit. 'm sorry (F/N), I really thought it was you-! I swear I didn't-" He sat the plate down, only to be held up by a wavering sway of my index finger. "We're not exclusive, don't worry Rin."
He, however, didn't seem to 'not worry', as I had asked him not to. "No, no-" He started, walking over to me. He took my plate into his own, sitting them in the sink. Once done, he turned to me. "You don't get it, darlin'. I told that woman somthin' that was meant for you."
I arched a brow to his disposition, leading him to groan and roll his eyes. "I told 'er that I loved 'er!" He spouted, visibly frustrated and embarrassed. My eyes shot open, darting to find his own, but to my disappointment he had been glued to the floor.
"L-Love? Like- love love, or-" He stopped me, putting his large, calloused hand over my mouth. Once clasped, he spoke. "Love love. Don't feel special or nothin'. It's embarrassin'." I smiled, pulling his hand softy away from my face. The silence spoke waves as he stared down at me. Then, as it happens, I kissed him. He kissed back with a passion, or rather fury. His right hand snaked around my back, left finding its way to my neck, comfortably.
"R-Rin," Breathlessly I spoke agaisnt the skin of his cheek, his kisses finding a path to my neck. He chuckled darkly in amusement, gripping his large hands around the base of my thighs, then my ass. Quickly, by some form of magic, he picked me up and held my around his waist; like I was paper.
His kisses desperately continued lower, legs taking us back into his room as if it were some sort of automatic response to my hands running in his hair, tugging on the locks. Groans could be heard wide from both of us.
Sitting me down on the bed, he lowered himself onto his knees, looking up at me devilishly. Almost ominous, you could say. "R-Rin what are you doing?" I asked, panting from the loss of breath. He smiled, pushing the palms of his hands around the balls of my knees, wedging my thighs perfectly apart.
"Givin' you what you deserve." He spoke, hot and sloppy kisses making their way down my thigh and onto the lewdly clothed part of my cunt. Without hesitation, Rin reached under me, pulling at the waistline of my pants. Scooting just enough for them to release and relapse off my legs and into the floor.
"'s good for me. Aren't ya, darlin'?" His words dragged, sleepy, groggy. I nodded, releasing a pent up breath when he gently thumbed my swollen clit. "Yer so fuckin' gorgeous, god, I'm such an idiot." He spoke against my clit, tongue now delved into my slick folds.
My hips arched forward, begging for more. He reluctantly denied, teasing me of my furthered pleasure. He then backed away, pushing his boxers away from his hips and into the floor with my panties.
His cock was pulsing; leaking precum, a perfect pink. It begged to be touched, I could see it's long length twitch. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I rolled my eyes, looking to the ceiling. "Sorry, you're just so hard." Honestly, he always had been- but this time looked desperate, like he was ready before he even sat me onto the bed.
"'cus you get me so hard, baby. Don't you know? Shoulda figured it wasn't you last night, my cock wasn't nearly as sensitive." His hands ran into my hair, cock lining up with my wet entrance.
I moaned as he put it in, filling me up full of his thick cock. I knew he should have put on a condom, but fuck it, I needed him now. His heavy breathe rolled across my chest like a blunt on a trey, hands cascading my body like a clay mold.
"'s pretty for me.." His praises worked harder on me, cock pushing in and out at a perfect pace. Our moans fell together, his pelvis softly rubbing against my clit with each thrust; stimulating it further. His mouth found way to my own, engulfing me into a shameless-sloppy kiss. "I love you.."
My face began to heat up, lower body matching in a needy state. "I-I love you too, Rin." As the words carelessly fell from my lips, I could feel myself begin to convulse. Shaking, my hips turned up, meeting my peak with Rin right after; cumming deep inside me, filling me full as he always did.
His hand rested on my stomach as he pulled out, leaving me empty. His thin lips met my forehead, giving me a small kiss before lying beside of me. Wordlessly, we cuddled against each other, naked- without care.
His hands were on my body politely, never tracing a single inappropriate spot. "'m sorry, love. I didn't mean to." He spoke into my hair, big spoon feeling much smaller now. I chuckled, holding his hand fondly into mine. "Don't worry 'bout it. Just get ready for Kita and I to rank on you about it."
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Us and Them [Ilya Fedorovich]
Summary: Inspired by "Us and Them" by Pink Floyd. Ilya confesses his love to the reader and smut ensues.
Requested by: @72bread-pasta88
Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
The sky was incredibly beautiful that night. No matter how many fairy lights lit up the roof the stars still shone brighter. The weather was warm but not humid, there was a slight breeze coming from north. The wine in the bottle was waiting to be opened and poured in a nice antique glass and the record kept playing masterpieces.
The music from downstairs almost couldn't be heard and you were glad. You usually loved partying with your friends but today the mood was kinda off since work had been extra tiring this week and all you needed was to relax. So David helped you set up a way to a flat part of his roof after you suggested the idea.
What is even going on downstairs? You wondered as the beat of the loud music kept shaking the whole house.
"Hey" A soft voice caught you off guard, shaking you out of your thoughts. You didn't need to turn around to see who it was, however you did because getting to look at him was a blessing "I was just wondering how you were"
"Hi" You spoke, shyly scooting over so he could sit on the blanket with you "I'm good, how's the party going downstairs?"
"Actually? It's boring. You aren't there" His words affected you making the blood rush on your cheeks "I cant get drunk with you up here, what if you fall from the roof and I'm too fucked up to save you?" He joked earning a roll of your eyes.
"Idiot" You mumbled "Why am I always the one to pick up your drunk ass, remind me?"
"Because you are the only person who puts up with my shit without scolding me. Thank You for that by the way."
Me, and you
God only knows its not what we would choose to do
The record kept playing as you admired Ilya speak. He was telling you the story of a party where him and Dima got arrested for underaged drinking. It seriously sounds like them. But as he proceeded with the story you couldn't help but notice once more how hypnotic he actually was. You loved everything about him. His mesmerizing brown eyes and his heavenly soft, now long hair.
"I love this song" He announced, interrupting his own story. You squinted having not heard him being caught up in your mind"I love this song" He repeated once again as "Us and Them" by Pink Floyd was playing. He stood up and walked close to you offering you his hand "Wanna dance?"
You smirked and took his offering as he pulled you close to his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist as yours crept up to his shoulders.
His breath was so close to your neck as you moved to the beat of the music. The moment was perfect. You were in the arms of your love, the love you will always love. Dancing to the perfect song as he whispered the lyrics to your ears.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the general sat, as the lines on the map moved from side to side
Black and Blue and who knows which is which and who is who.
"Y/N?" You sighed at the sound of your name coming from his mouth and you nodded removing your head from his chest to look straight into his eyes "I love you so fucking much"
"What do you mean Ils?" You asked as his palm cupped your jaw. His expression held so much love and adoration as pushed his forehead against yours. You knew exactly what he meant.
"I love you. I have for the longest of time, I'm so addicted to you" He explained "Its okay if you don't love me back, I just wanted you to know"
"I love you too Ilya. So much more than you'd ever know" You responded and he didn't waste no time at all. His lips were crashed to yours with so much emotion. So much passion. His hands were pulling him even closer to you know as the chorus of the song reverberated in the background.
You separated for a split second to breathe and instead of saying anything else, Ilya gripped the back of you neck, leaned forward and kissed you for a second time. Instantly you melted into him letting out all deep hidden feelings you kept safe in your heart.
Us and Them. Us.
Ilya's hands pushed under the hem of your shirt, still not touching you, just enough to feel the goosebumps rise on your skin "Are you sure?" He asked as you took a step back from him, removing your shirt and exposing yourself to him as you were left with only short shorts and your bra.
"I want this. I want you" You responded ever so softly and kindly as you leaned upwards to nip on his earlobe. He picked you up and gently laid you on the blanket on the ground, careful enough not to hurt you.
"Absolutely beautiful" He praised, almost enough to bring the color in your cheeks. However he wouldn't notice as he was busy sucking on your collarbone and his large hand moved over to your breast, softly skimming his thumb over your sensitive nipple, earning a quiet moan from you.
Once he was satisfied with the mark he had left on your chest, Ilya pulled away briefly to discard his shirt next to where yours had been abandoned on the floor, and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your body tightly against his. You both needed skin to skin contact. Needed there to be nothing separating the two of you.
His fingers ached to touch you in your most intimate area between your legs and it was everything you needed in this moment. Ever so slowly he pushed his hand under your shorts and cupped it over your heat, still covered by your panties. He was happy and a little bit surprised to find that you were already soaking through the thin material. He rubbed you over your panties, causing you to bite down on your lip to contain any noise you might have let slip.
It wasn't long before Ilya just couldn't take it anymore and pulled your underwear and shorts off the way to be able and touch, see all of you.
"I love you" He whispered against your lips as he run his fingers down your folds, earning a soft gasp from you. His lips attacked yours before you could say it back but it didn't matter because he knew.
"Ilya please" You moaned as he was now rubbing circles over your clit, the pressure he was putting adding to your pleasure. Your hand grasped his arm and squeezed it as he sneaked a finger between your labia and pushed inside. Your back was arched and you couldn't form any words without letting a moan interrupt your sentence. "Ilya please I need you... I need all of you"
Ilya moaned when you raked your nails down his chest and stomach letting your hand reach the waistband of his jeans. You looked right into his eyes and he nodded, encouraging you to let him free of his restraints.
You were both completely naked for the first time in front of each other. Yet you felt safe. You trusted and loved Ilya with your whole life and heart. The moment was perfect.
Ilya crawled on top of you, holding himself up just enough so that his body was touching yours but he wasnt putting any of his weight on you.
With his lips pressed to yours in a kiss of true love he began sliding his length up and down your heat, coating himself with your wetness. You almost moaned just from that, just from feeling him against you. He took a moment to confirm that you still wanted this. That you still needed him and then he positioned himself at your entrance, burying his face in your neck. Slowly, he started inching his way inside. Ilya was so gentle with his movements.
You gasped when you took him all in. He was pretty big and stretched you out in the most delicious ways possible. You had expected Ilya to move right away but he didn't. He held himself in this position. Right at this moment Ilya decided he was at his favorite place to be. In the love of his life.
When he finally started to move he was slightly grinding against you, not necessarily teasing you, but offering the both of you a feeling of intimacy you both craved. He needed this to last longer. If he could he'd be there loving you for eternity.
"Mm" You hummed, unable to keep it in when he gave you a particularly hard thrust and sucked on your neck.
"Its okay baby" Ilya said when he heard the moan you tried to contain "Let me hear you"
Before you could respond Ilya pushed both of his arms back under you, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees and pulling you with him without ever allowing himself to slip out of you. From this new angle, Ilya was hitting parts of you he hadn't been before creating a whole new feeling inside of you.
"Oh Ilya" You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he continued the relentless pounding into you, practically growling at the feeling. He left a good amount of hickeys on your neck, wanting to make sure everyone knew you were taken. Ilya was a jealous man, to say.
Your moans turned him on more than anything in the world could and your panting kept him going. He chased to feel you clenching against him. He needed you to come around him. He needed to feel you clenching your muscles around his length.
He was a goner the moment you pushed his hair that had fallen out of his ponytail out of his face, looking at him with such adoration and love when he settled you back in the ground, keeping his pace even.
"Fucking hell I love you so much" He whispered before kissing you with raw emotion you hadn't felt ever before. Ilya had your heart
"I love you too" You gasped before drawing out a long moan "Fuck, I love you so much Ils"
This wasn't just having sex. This was making love. When realization hit you, it sent your emotions into a frenzy and that along with your upcoming orgasm almost brought a tear to your eye. Ilya could tell you were close when he felt you clenching around him, but he had no idea what was going on in your mind.
"Ilya I-"
"I know baby, I can feel you. Let go for me princess. Let me see you fall apart for me" Ilya interjected before you could tell him you love him once again. Suddenly, your orgasm came. It was blinding, hot white pleasure from deep withing crawling its way to your whole way as you whined to your lovers ear that you loved him. Your release triggered Ilyas whose hands were gripping your waist and cheek.
"Can I come inside you?" Ilya begged, almost whining "Please baby" And you simply nodded (having been on the pill) as you were unable to form any kind of words. You cupped his face and pulled him close to you so you could kiss him. He whimpered against your lips as he spilled inside of you,collapsing against your chest.
Even if he knew that he was completely done he just opted staying inside of you a little longer, savoring the moment. However he turned you around so you would lay on his chest with him holding you against him tightly, pulling a blanket to cover the pair of you in case an intruder decided to interrupt your moment.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" He whispered, completely spent as you giggled "No I'm serious. I'm completely myself when it comes to you. Like the real, deep hidden me. You make me feel safe and I vow to myself to protect you until my dying breath. You are so precious. You are my baby" He mumbled, his voice soft and loving as he peppered your face with kisses.
"I love you more than you'd ever know" You hurried your head in his chest earning another kiss and a low chuckle that reverberated in his chest.
"Its right. The song. It's me and you after all"
Me and you. It doesn't sound bad at all.
#vlog squad#ilya feddy#ilya feddy x reader#ilya fedorovich#ilya fedorovich x reader#indebt ilya#in debt ilya
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