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Jake x MC Smut One Shot

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Halloween. The gang head to the Aurora for Phil’s Halloween party. While their friends get wasted and dance up a storm, Jake and Manon battle for dominance. You never truly lose when orgasms are handed out like party favours 🤭

Before I hunker down to panic write smut for a challenge, I thought I’d do some for these two nymphos! As usual, this can be read without knowing the main story these two are from. It’s just smut; anyone can read it and not get lost. It's another dual POV; the names are bolded when it changes!

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Jake refused to believe Manon was wearing what his eyes were telling him she was wearing. She walked into the club like she owned the place. Black lycra hugged her curves like a second skin as she sauntered into the Aurora with Jessy and Lilly flanking her. Jessy wore cat whiskers, ears, and a tail. Lilly was Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, but he hadn’t a clue what Manon was supposed to be other than a pain in his ass or a fresh attempt to give him blue balls. Thigh-high patent leather boots with heels so sharp and tall she could use them as a weapon covered Manon’s toned legs, and a thick leather choker like a collar decorated her throat, drawing his eye and sparking memories of his hands in its place. He knew that was her intention, but it didn’t dull the effect it had on him. He stood stock still, hand gripping his glass too tightly, gaze locked on the wicked woman currently making Jessy toss her head back and laugh.

They didn’t celebrate Halloween the year before; all felt it was too soon after their shared ordeal. It felt like tempting fate to don disguises and party mere weeks after people died. As if she sensed his attention, Manon’s venom eyes latched onto his, and he shook his head once, just barely. No one else noticed, but Manon saw everything when it came to him and never forgot it. She knew everything he said and didn’t say, all that he did and wished he could do before it left his lips. Able to read his mind, he often worried, and she would giggle, wink, and refuse to answer the question whenever he asked if she could. She didn’t say a word, only blew him a kiss before putting her back to him, and he tossed the contents of his glass down his throat. If she was on one of her taunting missions, he’d need more than whisky to get through this night.

A rough hand clapped him on the shoulder. He slid his masked eyes to Dan and smiled lightly, nodding hello as the other man ordered them new drinks. He leaned closer, focusing on the trio of women as they joined Hannah, Thomas, Cleo, and Richy at a table in the corner. Cleo hadn’t bothered with a costume, so he wasn’t the only one without an elaborate getup.

“You’ve got your work cut out for you with that one,” Dan joked, dressed as Batman, and his eyes twinkled as he pushed a glass full of amber liquid to Jake.

Jake gave a wry chuckle, grinning as he said, “Don’t I know it...”

“What’s she supposed to be? A dominatrix?”

“I have no idea. She lives to fuck with me and get under my skin. I just go with it now.” Jake laughed, knowing damn well he delighted in her games and schemes to drive him mad.

Dan looked him up and down, brows furrowing, and Jake knew what he’d asked before it left his bristled mouth.

“And you? I’m drawing a blank.”

Jake wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and shoes completed the look. The black satin mask around his eyes kept slipping. It was annoying, but he had no choice in his outfit that night.

“Manon left it out... As I said, I just go with it. It’s easier and usually works out well for me.”

Dan snorted, nearly choking on his drink as Jake sipped at his and relished the slow burn as he swallowed it.

Manon kept one eye on the bar and the other on her friends. Jake and Dan laughed together, it made her heart happy to see Jake enjoying himself. Something about the mask she’d picked for him really did it for her, and she planned to convince him to keep it on when they got home, and he took out his frustration with her scandalous outfit on her willing body. Her dress was so short that she couldn’t bend down and had to be very careful how she sat, or she’d give everyone a show. It was worth it for the dark look in Jake’s lapis eyes when he spied her. There was no scary element to her costume. She’d had more than enough of myths and legends coming to life and had chosen to provoke the life out of her man instead. She was already three tequilas and a fruity cocktail down, and her buzz warmed her through as Jessy brought another round to the table. It was easy to ignore the curious eyes of the other patrons enjoying Phil’s Halloween party as they whispered about her and her friends.

Hannah, who came in a matching Barbie and Ken costume with Thomas, seemed more aware of it than everyone else, and Manon took to giving those nameless folk dagger-filled stares each time their gaze landed on Hannah. They were a novelty whenever they ventured into Duskwood and Manon had two fists full of middle fingers for every judgmental encounter with a stranger in the quaint, twisted little town. Alcohol flowed too freely, voices rising in pitch and volume as the music played louder and the lights went off. A few souls immediately ran to dance, and Manon didn’t object when Jessy grabbed her hand and hauled her up, tottering on her high heels as she followed the excitable redhead. The alcohol made them stumble as they danced, the music a physical thing it was so heavy, a pulse on loudspeaker that matched the pounding of her blood as it roared through her.

The others soon joined them along with people they didn’t know, and Manon chuckled as Richy tripped over his feet, trying to keep up with Jessy. Jake observed from the bar, catching her eye every time she looked over at him and it was like a lightning strike when their eyes met. She and Dan engaged in a terrible imitation of a line dance as Cleo and Lilly spun circles around them. Giggling and shrieking, Hannah shook her head at the two women and Jessy hissed at her, causing Lilly to cackle. Despite the chaos around her, her attention snagged on a scantily clad woman sidling up to Jake at the bar. Wearing the guise of a sexy nurse, the raven-haired woman reached out and slid her hand down Jake’s arm as Manon arched a brow. Jake had his back to her, whirling the instant she touched him, and his smile faltered as he greeted the woman and discreetly stepped back. Not deterred, the other woman flicked her hair over her shoulder and encroached on his space again. Manon saw red but waited. Jake could handle himself, but her hands curled as the brunette wouldn’t take the hint, and something predatory inside her opened an eye at the ownership in the woman’s touch as she patted his arm again.

“Calm down, Nonbon,” Dan said in her ear, and she prided herself on not jumping as she turned to him. He went on, “Hackerman has it handled.”

Turning back to the bar, Jake was indeed pushing the woman’s hands away as she went in for another tease. Manon bit down on the inside of her cheek, catching Phil coming up from the basement with a crate in hand, and an enticing idea popped into her mind as the woman attempting to flirt with Jake walked away with a scowl on her pretty face. Manon crowed internally as Jake’s gaze zoned in on hers, and he lifted his glass to her. She licked her lips, held eye contact for a beat too long, and tilted her head toward the entrance to the basement. Not waiting for his response, she strode for it, heartbeat rising with every step down to the basement door. She had no doubt he’d follow her.

A pull like an invisible thread tethered them to each other, going loose as she lost sight of him then taut as he neared. Her blood raced, veins lighting up as desire clouded her mind. Her breathing quickened, her burgundy painted lips tingled as her mind skipped ahead and she wouldn’t allow him to stop her this time, would take him for all he had to remind him he was hers. Reaching the bottom, the echo of Jake’s footsteps as he descended matched the flickering pulse in her throat, and her mouth watered as she shouldered the heavy door open and slipped inside. She quickly pulled her underwear down and clenched it in hand, standing with her back to the wall beside the door as Jake stopped outside and drew in a deep breath. Lust and discontent at the woman’s audacity were a potent blend, heating her skin and making her reckless as the door slowly inched open.

Jake entered the dim basement, holding his breath. He sensed her before she grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the door hard enough it shook in its frame. Red light gilded her sharp features as she wasted no time and kissed him with enough aggression he knew she’d seen every skin-crawling moment of the stranger’s advances. The thought brought forth a smirk, demanding and forceful; she breached his mouth and kissed the liquor right off his smiling lips. His trousers were too tight, cock rapidly hardening as she rubbed against him and chased his tongue with hers, his fingers playing with the hem of her dress. The hinges rattled as she shoved a knee between his legs, mouth bruising his as his cock gave a painful twitch, harder than he’d ever been as she ground down on his thigh. He took hold of her hips and attempted to back her up to a table he saw before she was on him, but she firmly pushed his shoulders again, and he rocked into the door as her hand slid down the front of his pants, stroking over him and sending what remained of his blood straight to his cock.

Her scent was sugar, and spice, heaven and hell all wrapped up in one heady fragrance and he wanted to thank that woman for making her respond so boldly. A woman on a mission, she didn’t let him breathe or touch her, whatever had gotten into her, this was about him and he wasn’t about to tell her to stop. He tried again, gripping her hips and bending at the knee to lift her, but she broke away, maroon lips puffed by his as she lay a possessive hand over his pounding heart.

“You’re with me, or did you forget that?” She murmured, voice husky as her sea-glass eyes burned hot enough to scald him.

His knees weakened at her sudden show of dominance, head shaking as sense fled and animalistic lust took its place. His cock took all his brains when it took his blood. There was nothing but white noise in his head and he couldn’t hear the music upstairs anymore.

“You’re impossible to forget.” He said reverently, cupping her face to capture her lips in another kiss, but she didn’t allow it. Shaking out of his hold, her mouth was on his neck, leaving a trail of small nipping bites, marking him, claiming him for all the world to see. Something was shoved into his pocket but he soon forgot all about it.

Feverish fingers flicked the button of his pants open, and the zipper was pulled down. She pushed the trousers down over his ass before her hand dove inside his boxers and wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly then gently. Just another way for her to drive him insane and prod at his restraint. He was seconds away from bending her over and fucking her hard, but she gave him a slow blink and dropped to her knees, mouth opening as she stared up at him through her lashes. His mind eddied out, heart bouncing off his ribs as she took him into her hot mouth, cheeks hollowing as he hit the back of her throat and cursed. His head thudded back against the door as he let out a moan; she stroked the base of his cock as she sucked, mouth and hand moving in tandem to work him to the edge as fast as she could.

Tongue swirling, toe-curling suction, long, deep drags of her sanguine lips along his rigid length, and teasingly gentle teeth making him tremble and sink his hands into her silver hair, torn between pulling her off to feel her tight cunt around his cock and fucking her face. She didn’t make it easy to choose, and he was curious to see how far she’d take it before her own desire ate away at her control. He panted, frantic as her hands moved to grip his ass, fingers digging in as she encouraged him to rock his hips into her face, mouth tightening as she took it and didn’t choke like he feared. Her eyes watered as she held his gaze and hollowed her cheeks again. The crown of his cock hit the back of her throat, and an odd wolfish noise came free of his chest as she relaxed to take more of him. She was going to kill him or leave him unable to function. Either way, he was fucked.

Release already shimmered and pooled low in his spine; everything she was doing worked too well, and when she swallowed around his cock, his eyes crossed, and he reflexively tugged her hair, earning a muffled moan from her. He wanted to finish inside her, see her splinter and fall apart before he did, but she wouldn’t allow it. He was merely an observer as she somehow took him even deeper, lips nearly as tight as her cunt, throat constricting and relaxing around him, nostrils flaring as she struggled to breathe, and it made a monster out of him. His head swam and short-circuited as she slowly began to bob over him, swallowing him down, a hand cupping and playing with his stones as he sobbed and shook helplessly.

His vision narrowed, the world blurring as it whited out and black speckled the edges, gripping her head and rocking into her mouth so she took him impossibly deeper. Her defiant moan as he tried to push her away didn’t help matters, the sound so filthy and satisfying he wanted to record it as his cock jumped in her clever mouth and release swamped his system. She wouldn’t have it and tightened her lips so much he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. It rolled down his spine in rippling waves of flame, igniting every nerve as his body bowed over her, knees turning to water as he came violently down her throat. She took it all. Drank him down, draining him to the dregs as he groaned and growled her name. All of him felt as if someone had flain his skin and he was too exposed, so sensitive he could hardly stand the soft sweep of her tongue as she cleaned his cock of every drop before she finally released him and rose to her feet.

Her pink tongue snaked out, licking at a stray drop of cum at the corner of her mouth, her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she eyed his quaking form with eyes darker than a midnight sky. The hold she had on his heart and soul never wavered. He leaned weakly against the door, sure his legs would fail him if he moved away. His chest heaved, and sweat trickled down his neck as she finally spoke.

“The next time some woman puts her hands on you, Jake, remember this,” She purred and pushed him away from the door, leaving him staring at nothing as her clacking steps ascended the stairs.

It took him longer than he’d ever admit to wrangle with his numb limbs and wait for his breathing to slow. There was no hope of calming himself down. He quickly tucked himself away, righting his trousers and smoothing shaky hands down his crumpled shirt. His mind still raced, spinning with all she’d done to him, and he did his best to act normal as he left the safety of the basement. A smoky chuckle slipped free as he followed her back to the bar and felt in his pocket to find she’d stuffed her underwear in it. She was an evil little thing. He stopped at the bar to order a double shot of something that burnt his throat as he threw it back and shuddered. Leaning heavily on the bar, Jake jumped as Jessy appeared at his elbow and demanded Phil make her something pretty. She looked him over, brows rising and head shaking. It was an expression that Jessy often wore when she was around him and Manon.

“You look like you lost a war with something that likes to bite,” The redhead said, cocking her head at his wrinkled clothes and kiss swollen mouth.

Jake chased his last shot with a vodka cola and laughed, “I lost a battle. The war hasn’t started yet,” He returned, eyes seeking Manon and catching her whispering to Richy as the man smiled and gestured toward Jessy.

“I don’t think I want to know anything more, okay, Jake. You two have no shame. You’d make a fortune online. Let’s leave it at that!” She jested and thanked Phil when he handed her a bright pink drink with too many tiny umbrellas, a squiggly straw, and a sparkler. She was gone before Jake could summon a response.

He watched her sit beside Richy and Manon, the latter smirking over at him as he noted the flush on her chest and the stiff way she held herself. He knew she would be soaked, utterly fired up, and primed to be fucked until she knew only his name. It wouldn’t take much, her emerald eyes smoldered and she couldn’t sit still, he could probably make her come just by talking to her. Still, he knew she would avoid him the rest of the night and drag out the anticipation until she couldn’t stand it. Beautiful but savage, she would string it out until she begged him to take over. But he couldn’t wait that long. She had a lesson to learn, and he would rejoice in teaching it as he sank his last drink and swiped the keys to Phil’s office from behind the bar when the man’s back was turned.

Manon was well aware she was playing a dangerous, risky game. But it was worth every second of nerve-straining anticipation as he prowled toward their table, a little ungraceful in his stride as he gave their friends a look that made them all clear off to the dancefloor. The power of bringing a man nearly twice her size to his knees with nothing but her mouth lay over her like a glowing shield as she watched his face harden. Manon grinned, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs to dull the burn between them as he braced his hands on the table and leaned until he loomed over her, masked eyes blown black with lust as they pinned her in place.

“Phil’s office. Five minutes.” He growled, and then he was gone while she blinked after his broad shoulders and bit back a whimper at the unyielding order.

He was a man of few words, but he knew how to wield every last one to fuck with her and make her a needy, whiny mess. She fucking loved it. Five minutes passed at a glacial speed. Every passing second was marked by her furious heartbeat and tapping fingers on the sticky tabletop. She staggered away from the table, glancing at her friends and Phil to ensure no one was paying attention as she escaped to meet Jake and pay the toll she owed for sucking the soul out of his body. His taste still lingered on her tongue, earthy and salty, and a tang of something she always associated with him. She’d been dying to know how he’d taste since they met. Jake always stopped her before he came, preferring to get on his knees for her, but his surprise worked to her advantage, and she finally made her selfish wish come true. The other woman was just the excuse she needed to make it happen, and she wanted him riled up and had hoped he would attack her the moment they were alone. She hadn’t anticipated this outcome, and her filthy mind and slick cunt couldn’t wait.

Phil’s office was up a short set of stairs. The music thumped through the floor as she neared the door, blood roaring in her ears and cheeks heating as she knocked before letting herself in. The thud of her heels on the carpet seemed over loud as she crossed the threshold, but her focus went to the man who held her black heart in golden hands. Jake, seated behind Phil’s desk, arms folded, muscles straining, and ankle crossing his knee, his heated gaze moved over her body like a caress. She locked the door behind her and moved to stand before him. Laughter and joyful cries seeped into the room from below, but she only had ears for him.

“What game are you playing, Manon?” He husked, those singular eyes blazing and filling with smoke as she gave an indolent shrug.

“One I believe I’m winning.” She said to make his mouth flatten, one glorious brow arching as she shifted on her feet.

“You sure about that? I don’t have to touch you to know how wet you are right now.”

Fuck, her thighs were slippery as she clamped them together and replied, “Hmm... What are you going to do about it, Jake?”

He crooked a finger and said two clipped words she followed like a lost puppy, “Come here.”

Rounding the desk, he dropped his foot and widened his legs so she could stand between them. The chair had no arms, he studied her and swiped his thumb along his bottom lip. His other hand patted his knee as he gave another order.

“Show me.”

Catching on, she lifted her leg, balancing her booted foot on his knee and letting her skirt roll up to expose herself to his searching gaze. Hunger, endless and roasting, glazed his eyes as he saw the state she was in after her show in the basement. It always affected her to make him feel as unhinged as he made her feel on a daily basis.

Jake breathed her in and groaned, eyes tracking the droplet of essence trickling down her inner thigh. She wobbled as he reached under her dress, taunting her folds with a fingertip as he cursed and his eyes darkened to navy.

“You should have let me take care of that earlier,” He crooned, filling her empty cunt with two long fingers, and she nearly fell on her ass in shock, but his free arm snaked out and grabbed hold of her.

He gave her two twists of his fingers before pulling free of her and silently urged her to drop her foot to the floor. She held herself very still as he took his time looking her over and committing her to memory. His mind worked away behind his eyes, and she knew he was calculating how much time they had before someone came looking and what would send her over the edge fastest. Her dirty mind supplied many scenarios, each one filthier than the last but she held her tongue. She knew he’d made his mind up when his mouth quirked into a sinful smirk.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and something inside her perked up at the authority in his tone.

Taking her time, testing his patience to the limit, she moved to stand behind him, sliding her hands under his chin to jerk his head back and kiss him upside down. Inelegant and messy, it was worth the surprise in his eyes before hers shut, and she let him lead the way. His beard scratched her skin, adding to the sensation coursing through her as the sound of a zipper broke through the bass beat thumping through the floor. She didn’t have to look to know he was palming his cock, she had seen the sight so many times she could conjure it instantly, but it didn’t stop the wanton moan from escaping as her imagination sparked vivid and beautiful. Her empty cunt clenched around nothing at the alluring mental image, more wetness stickied her thighs, and her battle for control fell apart with the stroke of his tongue in her mouth.

Sensing he’d won, she bit his smiling lips and whined, a hand falling between her legs to toy with her clit as he wouldn’t do it for her. He hissed, breaking away as she shivered and circled that bundle of nerves to take the edge off. He batted her hand away, ignoring her cry of irritation.

“That’s it, come here,” his voice went lethally low, “Straddle me. Take it all at once.”

Swallowing hard, Manon knew he was fighting dirty, had secretly known taking the reins from him would lead to this, and only just managed to smother her pleased smile as she came around the side of him. Swinging her leg over his thighs, she peeled her skintight dress up to her hips, and her hands collared his neck, mimicking the choker around hers as he swallowed thickly. She hovered over him, hips quivering as he ran the fat head of his cock through her drenched folds and lined up with her entrance. Doing as told, she took him to the hilt in one sinuous stretching slide, body going rigid as her resisting muscles burned, and she felt him knocked too deep to breathe through the sensation like a charge under her skin. His hands held her down as her cunt pulsed around him, forcing herself to loosen to accommodate him and gritting her teeth as he held eye contact through her struggle.

“Move.” He commanded once she softened enough to roll her hips and whimper her impatience.

Jake knew she expected him to take charge, and he would, but first, it was time she learned her lesson, and he was nothing if not a studious teacher. Her cunt clasped him so tightly he couldn’t form thoughts, a perfect fit that always had him half way to release the moment he was inside, but he let none of it show as she moved over him. Slowly at first, lifting in a slow drag and dropping down with a slight wriggle, her vicious eyes flamed as they held his in thrall. He shoved the selfish part of him aside as she bounced and picked up her pace, her mouth falling open as she whined. Her boots caught his eye as her hands flexed around his throat and sent a bolt of fire straight to his cock, like a strippers and high enough that a fall would break something, but he’d be damned if they didn’t turn his blood molten as she pushed up in a taut slippery slide. His nails dug into her hips as he took control, slamming her back down hard enough her teeth rattled, and she yelped in a delicious blend of shock, pain, and pleasure.

He helped her ride him, glorying in the silken glide of her inner walls around his rock-hard cock, and every little spasm they made felt like heaven. Capturing her mouth, he poured all the love and desire he felt for her into the kiss and knew she understood by how her fingers dove through his hair and pulled. Her familiar spiced scent heightened the desire coursing through his bones. Their bodies had always spoken to each other in a silent language, a complex tongue neither could speak on their own, pushing and pulling, electricity zipping between them as they moved. She was soaking wet, utterly saturated, as he lifted her off him, turned her around, and bent her over the desk.

“Hold on, Sweetheart,” Was all the warning he gave her before he sank inside her taut heat, and she scrabbled to find purchase on the desk. Fucking her on Phil’s desk had been his primary motivation for bringing her here. He still remembered those days when Phil asked Manon out or flirted with her in front of him. Payback made it all the sweeter, and he slowed his pace to breathe through the urge to come as Manon keened and griped at him to fuck her. Her boldness and eagerness to share her body with him never lost its potency. He couldn’t put a value high enough on the trust she so readily handed him and never pushed it farther than he knew she could take. An undercurrent of respect and great affection ran between them through all aspects of their lives, but never so tangible as during these encounters. She was hell in a hand basket, a whirlwind of fire and fight, and it was fucking fantastic.

Her grip on the desk slipped and slid as he pounded into her, deliberately tensing her inner walls to drag a ragged moan out of his throat, and he rewarded her with a sharp tap on the ass, smoothing his hand over the hurt so she rolled back to meet his thrust. It didn’t matter what life threw at them. They always had this. He spread her legs wider, wanting to see it as he split her pretty cunt in two, and she glistened like diamonds as she made no effort to hide herself, shameless for him. Her cries turned desperate as his thrusts turned shallow and slow, dragging it out and relishing in how much she needed him. His ego preened as her hands curled around the edge of the desk, knuckles bleaching white as he snapped his hips viciously and chuckled darkly as she pleaded with him to do it again.

Manon resolved to deep-throat him more often if this was the result. Even when she lost, she never really felt like she had. No, every drag of his cock inside her dripping cunt felt like a win. It was building so fast, fire spiraling down her torso to settle low in her belly, and every brutal plunge of his cock only stoked the flames of her ardor. A tremor ricocheted through her and a high-pitched keening tore from her throat as he slammed into her and gave a grunt so rough her skin prickled with gooseflesh. Her inner walls fluttered, tensing herself to hold him captive as she drowned in sensation. He pushed down on her lower back, deepening her arch until her chest was flat to the table, and the angle changed, steeper now, hitting that spot within her that made her cries turn crazed.

Every thrust hit more intensely than the last, wetness flooding from her as she clung to her sanity and vocally urged him on. He made her feel free, unleashed, and uninhibited in a way she never had before. Her usual need for total control dissolved when they were alone, and it made him all the more addictive, she was always chasing the high he could give her. It was all she could do to hold on as he fucked her, his grinding cock, the press of his fingers as they moved to toy with her clit, and his other hand bruised her hip. It didn’t take long for release to spark its warning. His growl when he felt it added gasoline to the fire, devouring her from the inside.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t forget that.” He rasped, each word punctuated by another savage snap of his hips.

A whine of pure distress left her then, cunt tensing and relaxing as he fucked her to the edge. The desk groaned under her hands as she clutched it to keep from melting to the floor. Jake’s low laugh as she shook her head didn’t help her calm down. Too much to take for long, she sobbed in relief as her orgasm broke violent and all-consuming, shouts from below drowned out her breathless wail. Her cunt possessively gripped his cock, his ragged moan music to her ears as she flailed under him. Chemistry or biology, she didn’t care what it was between them as long as he kept fucking her like he hated her. She couldn’t breathe, so overwhelmed and unable to form sentences, she babbled as sumptuous heat licked through her. Her entire body quivered and went boneless, every ripple of release dulling the sharp edges of her mind as he pounded her harder to join her in bliss.

It dragged her orgasm out until it was torture to withstand, and when he cried her name, a warning and win, burying himself so deep it forced a scream past her teeth. The filthy feel of him cumming inside her, her shimmering orgasm, and his hands gripping her hips in a fierce hold, made it the best Halloween she’d ever had. Her noise of contentment blended with his whispered praise and words of worship as he slipped free of her still-flickering cunt and turned her around. His lips were on hers, his tongue licking at hers, bristling and biting as he nipped at her bottom lip and possessed her mouth so completely she couldn’t tell where she ended, and he began. Gasping for breath and unsteady on her feet, their kiss turned rough and ravenous, his low groans making her blood sing as he made sure she knew he loved her.

His care for her was the most compelling thing about him. He could fuck her like she was his worst enemy, ordering her around and taunting her until she begged, make her hurt, but he always made sure she felt safe and loved after. She melted into him, smiling into the kiss as he blindly tugged her dress over her ass and grabbed handfuls of it once she was covered. He slowed it down, taking his time to undo her and make her heart grow wings with every tender brush of his tongue. His hands ran up and down her spine, massaging gently as she sighed happily. They kissed until she was sure he could go again, but they had pushed their luck enough, and she could wait until they got home.

They righted the room and themselves as best they could, but her overbright eyes and the sheen of sweat on her skin would give her away. Secret smiles were shared as they checked the office for anything that would point to them. Leaving together, Jake locked the door, and they descended the stairs, the music was a solid wall of sound as he went to the bar, and she went to the bathroom to clean up. When she returned to him, perched on a stool, Jake had a drink waiting for her, a sly smirk on his bearded mouth, and she didn’t hesitate to jump in his lap as they watched their friends enjoy themselves. Phil kept catching her eye, but she avoided him, wanting to giggle childishly at the thought of admitting what they’d done upstairs.

Leaning her head on his shoulder as he stroked her hip with his thumb, she said, “I love you. I’ll win next time, though.”

Jake’s laugh made her grin as he held her tighter and lowered his head to her ear.

“We’ll see, Sweetheart. We’ll see. Love you, too.”

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Thank you for reading ❤️ I hope you enjoyed it 🥰 this will most likely be the last one shot for a while. I have my sequel to publish, a smutty challenge and a battle to win! Busy. But I’ll be back at some point. Thank you, have a lovely evening ❤️

If you enjoyed this, I have many more smutty JakexMC one shots on my Masterlist 🥰

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 13. brb x oc

a/n: ngl this chapter made tear up just the tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniest bit :,) also! Ref pics of the clothes because idk if i managed to explain them correctly???

Bea's bikini

Rooster's shirt (in my mind the flowers are a deeper red but it is p much like this )

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: suggestive content, Bradley being a sweetheart (and still horny),Bea learning how to be bolder

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1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12

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“You want me to go where, with you?”

Shells blinked, holding up the pamphlet, the pink paper with the words ‘Pole dancing class’ written in purple, “It’s free to go during the weekends.” Bea’s green eyes turned to the drawn figure of the pole dancer with her legs open wide while holding herself up. She honestly wasn’t expecting to see Shells so early in the morning, already in workout gear with her blonde hair pulled up.

Beatrice rubbed her tired eyes, trying to wipe the sleep away, “But–” she looked at her phone, “It’s eight in the morning.” and she planned to wake up a bit later today.

“Yeah! Her class starts at nine and if we go fast we’ll be able to get the last spots.” Shells grins, but her friend is still confused “Bea, come on! It’s fun! If we get the spots we’ll save up for the next classes!”

“The next classes?”

“Yep! Come first, get it first, that’s the deal.” the blonde explains, “Now change so we can go!” she turned Beatrice around, pushing her inside her house and kicking the door with her foot. Jolene greeted Shells with jumps on her leg, before following the two women up the stairs. Beatrice was still waking up, holding up the piece of paper to read it better as Shells rummaged through her clothes.

“Where did you get this?”

“The lady who teaches, her husband is a regular.” she explains, to which Bea gives her a confused look, “Short stocky guy, has a funny laugh and tips well.” it takes a minute but Beatrice’s face relaxes as she remembered, “He gave some of these to me in hopes I could find anyone in the bar who’d be interested.”

“Oh.” she flips the pamphlet to see if there’s any other information, only to find it blank. She dropped her hands to her lap, yawning quietly as Shells placed the outfit on the bed, “Hm…okay…do I think I should tell Roos?How long do you think we’ll be there?”

“From what I’ve seen her classes don’t last too long, two hours tops. So we’d be out of there at eleven.”

“Oh, okay, good.” she smiles, “We’re having lunch together today.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at Shells teasing ‘wooo’, standing up to grab the lycra pants from her friend’s grasp, then the sports bra and fresh underwear. She changed quickly once she got in the bathroom, slipping on her sneakers and pulling her hair in a ponytail, while Shells’ leg bounced impatiently on the top of the stairs.

“Finally!” the blonde said, grabbing her friend by the wrist, “I just checked her profile, there are only two spots left, we have to go now.” Beatrice lets out a shout of surprise when Shells takes her down the stairs to the front door, bouncing on the spot as Bea locks it, then leading her to her own car. Bea complained about using her Subaru, but Shells shook her head, “No way we are using that fossil, we need to be quick!”

Beatrice frowns a bit but enters the silver Buick once Shells does the same, widening her eyes when the blonde steps on it, the tires screeching on the asphalt, “Shells!”

“We’ll be fine!” she smiles, tossing a look to her friend’s shocked face, “Just gotta be there before the others!” Beatrice only nodded mutely, clenching the seatbelt in hopes she could stabilize herself with Shells’ driving. She was always a fast driver, but this was a whole other level compared to the times she took her to work.

She didn’t even see much of the outside considering how blurry it had become, like a big kaleidoscope in real life. Beatrice’s body jolted forward a bit when Shells parked the car, she blinked while touching her arms, face and legs…okay she was still alive. “Come on!” Shells shouted, walking out of the car only for Bea to hurriedly to the same. Her friend suddenly grabbed her hand with force, speeding up her step.

Right on the opposite side of the sidewalk, were two other women who looked up the moment Shells parked and immediately hurried their steps towards the building they were all going into. Beatrice could hear Shells muttering curses as she practically dragged the brunette inside, “My name is Michelle Regina Benjamin! I was born on March 20th, 1995.” The woman writing down the names for today’s class jumped in surprise, Shells was looking down at her intensely.

The poor lady looked up at Beatrice, who smiled apologetically, “I-I’m Beatrice Schiavoni, S-c-h-i-a-v-o-n-i. I was born February 12th, 1993.`` She wrote both of their names, congratulating them on taking over the last two spots for the weekend, which made the blonde shout in triumph with her fists up in the air. Both Beatrice and the woman looked at her weirdly, with Bea awkwardly laughing and thanking the lady for her time.

“We fucking did it!” Shells fist pumped yet again, this time walking up a set of stairs with Bea next to her. There was music being played above their heads, which meant the studio was up the stairs.

“While I guess pole dancing is fun, did you have to be so…intense?”

Shells smirked, “Well, that’s because I saw her favored playlist and–” she pulls out her phone, opening the photo app, “Look!! Look!” The first name on the screenshot was no one other than Kylie Minogue, Shells favorite artist. Well, favoritism would be a light usage: Shells would talk about Kylie Minogue as if she was the most important deity in the whole world right now, no one would compare to what Miss Minogue was. Not to Shells at least.

“...ah, I see.” Bea nodded, the music getting louder as they reached the top steps.

“You know that if it has my Lord and Savior Kylie Minogue, I’m in…plus I’ve always wanted to do pole dance.” she hugs Beatrice to her side “aaaaand I’d have my best friend with me! So this will be very fun!”

They stop by a black door where they could hear the music pumping from the inside, Shells opening it up just enough to peek inside then nod towards Bea. It was a huge space with large windows that exposed the San Diego horizon, there was a radio on the corner of the room that vibrated with music, while in the center were eleven poles - two rows of five and one lonely pole in the front of them all - with enough space to be used by the group of people chilling about.

There were different body types and genders in the room, all of them wearing comfortable clothing for working out, some of them looked nervous just like she felt. Shells stood by Bea’s side while leaning on the wall opposite to the windows, waiting for the instructor to come inside.

It took a few minutes, but the lady finally stepped in. Bea and Shells were closer to the door so they saw the woman come in first. She was statuesque, tall and toned with long legs,her skin was tanned from being in the sun and her long black hair was up in a high ponytail. Bea and Shells looked mesmerized at the instructor, who smiled when turning to face them, “Hi! So good to see you girls here!” she dropped her pink duffel bag to the tiled floor, stepping to the middle of the room and clapping her hands once to call everyone’s attention.

Her name was Tiffany, but she wanted to be called Tiff for the time being of her class. She asked everyone’s names with a kind smile, then told them all to separate in duos, which Shells and Bea already were, then choose a pole to stand close by. She waited until everyone was settled, telling them to remove their shoes before stretching along with her.

Since Bea did yoga, some of the stretches were easy enough to do. She sent a quick look to Shells who winced while leaning forward to touch her toes, “You okay?”

“Oof, yeah.” the blonde grimaces, her face souring up “Just…my back feels tight.”

“Because you don’t stretch,” Bea says with a smile, giggling when Shells sends a glare her way, “I always tell you to.”

“Oh shush.” Then a quiet ‘ow’ follows soon after, with the blonde still grimacing when the stretching session is over. Tiff tells them to first and foremost clean their pole with the microfiber rag and alcohol solution she had separated for all of them in the back of the room, expressing that it has to be a sleek surface so their hands can hold without slipping.

When they patted the chalk on their hands, that’s when it began. Tiff said she’d start small since they were all beginners, going for a back arch then a back bend,reminding them all that they could make it sensual even the simplest of movements. It wasn’t bad, it was actually very fun, especially when they started climbing up the pole.

It was their first class so everyone was a bit nervous or stiff when it comes to what to do, but Beatrice couldn’t help but smile when she managed to do a carousel spin - a bit slow but she did it! - making sure to follow Tiff’s directions when it comes to be more sensual, tossing her hair back or bending her back in a certain way.

She’d never…managed to be sensual like Tiff said, but she couldn’t lie she felt really good doing so. This was very fun, more than she thought it’d be. By the time the class was over, she was sweaty and breathing heavily, but she didn’t think she would’ve liked it so much.She turned over to Shells who was leaning her butt against the wall while her hands were on top of her knees, supporting her upper body “That was fun!” the blonde nodded, chugging half of her water bottle, “We should definitely do it again.”

“Sure.” Shells says, swallowing her water down harshly, “Why not?” Funnily enough the blonde didn’t seem as excited as the brunette was.

Beatrice walked up to Tiff who was fixing up her things for her next class, “Um, excuse me.” Tiff looked over her shoulder to Bea then smiled, “Do you only do classes on the weekends…or?”

“Saturday are free classes, my classes go from Tuesday to Friday,the same time as right now, if you are interested.”

“Well I,” she looked back at Shells who still looked way out of breath, but who pushed herself off the wall to walk closer, placing her hands on her hips, “I’m interested! Shells too right?” the less than attentive ‘yup’ didn’t falter Bea’s enthusiasm.

“Well, I’m so glad!” Tiff smiled, “Kendra can help you guys downstairs if you guys want to be part of the weekly class.” She thanked the two girls again before they went down the staircase, back to the jumpy woman from the beginning - Kendra - to set everything right for their classes.

Now that the worst had passed, Shells seemed just as thrilled as Bea was while giving Kendra the rest of the information needed to make them actively part of the class. Bea’s phone pinged just as Shells was talking to Kendra, so she pulled it out of her lycra pants pockets already knowing who it was.

Roos’ (11:01)

Hey pretty girl. Still up for our lunch?

Bea (11:15)

Yeah! Of course! Sorry for the late reply :<

Roos’ (11:16)

Don’t worry gorgeous, do you want me to pick you up?

Bea (11:17)

Yes, please :3. I’ll just take a shower and I’ll call you, okay?

Roos’ (11:17)

Sounds like a plan ;) see you in a few then.

Beatrice bit her lower lip with a smile, before sliding the phone back inside her pocket. They thanked Kendra before walking out of the building, the sweat was now cooling down their skin thanks to the lack of movement and the wind outside, “That was so fun!” Bea smiles as the two march to Shells’ car, hearing the blonde unlock it by pressing the button on her key.

“It was very fun, I’m so happy you liked Bumblebea!” Shells said, while playfully jabbing her friend’s arm “Maybe you can use some moves on our resident Chanticleer, huh?”

“Wha– Shells!!” she shoved her friend’s shoulder while her cheeks heated up to the point of combustion, but the blonde just cackled in delight, “Don’t say things like that!”

“Whaat? It’s not like guys didn’t do anything yet, right?” she asks, still chuckling but her chuckles diminished when Bea remained silent, looking at her hands, “Right?”

“I-I…well…” Bea just wrung her hands together, feeling herself being analyzed by her friend’s gaze, “It’s just– It’s been a while for me.”

“Girl!” she slaps her hand on the Buick’s roof, the tang sound of the impact making Bea jump in surprise “How the hell are you not banging that man like a door in a hurricane!?” a few passersby looked their way since Shells’ intonation was less than quiet and no matter how much Beatrice tried to shush her, her friend was relentless, “Climbing that tree like a spider monkey? You couldn’t have pined after him for so long just to not rip his clothes off where he stood!”

“Shells!! Sssh!”

“I’m sorry! I’m very shocked!” she threw her arms up in the air, “Listen, as much as I loathe to say this, my aunt and Mav got it on really quickly.” she grimaces, “Too quickly, don’t ask me how I know.” One of the less known bonuses of babysitting your little cousin was knowing things she never once desired to know and now she does. Unfortunately.

“I…I just feel, I dunno,” Shells arches her eyebrows, watching as Bea stood beside her against the car, “I mean, seeing me clothed is one thing…but-”

“Okay, alright, shush,” she smushed her index finger against Bea’s lips, pressing them down “Ssh shh shush! No more of this. You’ve seen how that man looks at you. Do you really think he wouldn’t be into your body even more?” Bea opened her mouth only for Shells to cup her cheeks and squeeze them, puckering her lips comically, “Nope! No talk back from that, ma’am.”

‘Fut fwhat if yur wrung?”

“I’m not wrong.” she grins, letting go of her friends cheeks, booping the tip of Bea’s nose with a manicured finger, “I mean,” she gestures to Bea’s body, “God made you blessed with all that ass and you think Rooster wouldn’t care about it? Really? Babes, you need to come back to the present and stop worrying!”

Beatrice still had a hard time swallowing the information that there was a possibility the two of them would eventually go to the next base, which she’d love to, a whole lot. She just had to…plan everything, yes, planning would work a lot better in her favor. Then check if he’d want to, which all the signs point to yes but she had to make sure.

“I suggest,” Shells says once they enter the car, “You don’t tell him about the pole dancing class. Just say it’s normal dancing, then you can surprise him.” her blonde eyebrows waggle teasingly and while Bea’s face turns red, she doesn’t scoff or tosses the idea away.

She just keeps it inside her brain with a little smile.

“You never told me what you were doing before I messaged you.” Bradley says casually, watching Bea take a sip of her mango juice through her metal straw, her big eyes blinking at him over the glass’ rim.

Once she swallows it, she licks her red stained lips clean of any drops, “Oh, um,” she taps a napkin over her mouth, “Me and Shells joined a dance class.” he lifts his eyebrows up to his hairline, taking a sip of his own drink, “Yes, it’s very fun.”

“Is it? Tell me about it.”

Tell him about it…okay. She could do that while hiding what it is. “Oh! Uh, it’s just…just casual dancing!” she flaps her hand as if to play it off, “You know, it has… jazz and zumba and yeah. Those things.”

Bradley’s eyes narrow comically, as if he’s trying to see through her and Beatrice swallows nervously, taking a sushi roll into her mouth in hopes it’d stop her from blurting it out to him. He then chuckles, going back to his own plate, “Well, alright. Maybe you can show me what you’ve been learning, when you can.” She looks like a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed with rice and fish, jaws moving in hopes she could swallow it faster but she nods almost unnoticeably.

She offers him a small smile as the food drops down,finally “Of course, I’m still new to it but I think I’ll get the hang of it soon enough. So I can,” she inhales quietly, “Show you.” She couldn’t help but imagine Shells cheering for her in the distance, going full middle school soccer coach behind her back, pointing her fingers at her in triumph calling her a champ.

“I’ll look forward to it then.” he smiles, almost as if he knows something is off but doesn’t think it’s that worrying to prod about it yet. “I hope you don’t mind we came here to have lunch, by the way. I really like this Sushi place.”

Being inside a mall wasn’t a problem to her, considering she’d come by herself wherever time allowed. This was one of the few Sushi places where the food was good, fresh and had a nice atmosphere. Bradley also suggested they take their time just wandering about window shopping if she wished to “I don’t mind! I like it here. It doesn’t even seem we are inside a mall in the first place.”

Which was true since the restaurant was on the second floor of the mall, where all the fancy places stood, above the traditional food court. Something private yet comfortable for young couples such as themselves. With every booth being separated by Japanese styled dividers, each one had a private window that overlooked the outside.

“By the way,” he begins, “Did I already compliment you today?”

Beatrice laughed softly, gathering some of her hair to put behind her ear, “Well, you did say you thought I looked stunning.” she begins, “Like I just jumped out of a fairy tale book.”

Which, considering she was wearing a white ruffled top with short sleeves, tiny flowers sewn onto the fabric with light pink colored pants and white converse, he wouldn’t be wrong. He smirks at her, leaning on his hand, “Well, you do look like a modern fairy most of the time already.” she smiles at him with her cheeks turning red, “But you are gorgeous, you could literally wear a potato sack, you'd still be the prettiest woman around here.”

“Oh my God, stop.” she giggles bringing the metal straw to her lips, but not drinking it yet, just holding against her lips. His dark gaze flicked from her eyes to her mouth, watching her lips wrap around the straw with raw interest. He ran his hand over the lower part of his face, chuckling quietly then shaking his head with the grin still present, leaning back on his booth. “You keep being a sweet talker.”

“Well, you keep being sweet.” he coos back, smiling even wider when her cheeks turn darker, “I love it when you blush. The first time I saw it I just couldn’t get it out of my head.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh,yeah.” he crosses his arms over his chest, Bea’s eyes moving to his curled biceps immediately, “I have never seen someone really blush, I mean, where I can see your cheeks turning red.” not only her cheeks, now that he paid attention. With the collar being so low on her blouse, he could see some red spreading over her cleavage “So I was just mesmerized when I saw it the first time.”

She looked down at her drink, then back at him, “Mesmerized?” she repeated quietly, still smiling.

“Yep.” he chuckles, his mustache curling over his lips “Didn’t help that you are beautiful too. Shells never gave me much information about you besides your name, I guess she wanted me to go to you first.”

“Sounds like her.” she begins, putting her glass down “Considering she pestered me about going to you too.”

“Oh? Do tell.” she made a face, using her chopsticks to spread some wasabi on her hosomaki before plopping it inside her mouth instead of answering, “Oh, come on. I’m your pilot aren’t I? Can’t I know some girl secrets?”

She almost choked when he called himself her pilot, still getting used to it, but she managed to chew it before she could make a scene in the restaurant, “She pestered me about it every time you showed up,” he ‘hmhmed’ “She even suggested she went with me so she’d get something out of Bob too, but you know I never did. Then you came up to talk to me and well– here we are now.”

“Here we are now.” he looks down at his plate with a grin, “What do you say we finish it up and walk around?”

They finished their lunch without much hurry, walking out of the restaurant just to wander about the mall, keeping her close to him at all times, walking a bit ahead of her so he could shield her from any distracted mallgoer. Everyone who looked up at him either quickly stepped back or sped up their walking, giving the two of them enough space to walk around.

The mustache and sunglasses sure held a lot more power for those who wield them.

Plus being tall helped.

“Ohh, Roos, look!” she tugged him to the left, where a group of mannequins wore different colored Hawaiian shirts, “I like the red one for you.” she mentioned, pointing to the one with the red hibiscus flowers and the dark blue background. He couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering her instagram profile picture with the Hibiscus behind her ear.

“It is pretty nice.”

“Do you want to go inside and try it on?” she questioned, swinging his arm a bit, “I don’t think you have enough Hawaiian shirts.”

He looks down at her through the lens of his sunglasses, seeing her little smile only widen, “You think you are hilarious, don’t you?” she shrugs innocently, still holding his hand, “Well, pretty girl you wouldn’t be wrong. There’s never enough shirts for me.” not to mention he’d gladly wear it since it reminded him of her.

She leads the two inside, talking to one of the vendors after asking his size. Then it hits both of them this would probably be the very first gift she’d give him if she considered the Xenomorph plush his very own gift.

She has the hibiscus shirt on the crook of her arm as she leads him to the changing rooms. The store was very beach themed, with light blues and beiges, there was even a large palm tree lamp above the changing rooms where each leaf illuminated an area. “Here,” she smiles, handing him the shirt, “Try it on and see if it looks good.”

“I won’t take long,” he says, leaning down to peck her lips, “Promise.”

“I’ll be waiting here.” she says against his lips, giggling when he kisses her one last time before closing the door. She looks around a bit, with her hands interlaced before her eyes stop on a rack full of plus sized bikinis. Beatrice blinks, looking at the closed door then to the swimwear, deciding she could take a quick peek before he came out.

She ran her fingers through the bikinis, parting her lips when she saw one with deep green palm leaves on the top and bottom, the halter top seemed to be big enough for her chest but the bottom part was just a normal bikini, as in it wasn’t high waisted and it stopped right below her hip bones.

Bea however, loved it. It was very different from what she was used to wearing while on the beach, but she felt…adventurous. Maybe the thing was that the pole dancing class made her feel a lot more confident than she remembered, looking behind the green leaf bikini to check the others, seeing a lilac one and a black one with tied on bottoms. She bit her lower lip, looking over her shoulder to see the door still closed, only to keep on looking.

“What are you looking at?” the voice in her ear whispered rapidly and she jumped, falling back onto a firm chest, a chest that moved with laughter, a pair of arms wrapping around her waist.

“Oh my God, don’t-” she playfully swatted his arm “Don’t do that!”

“I went out looking for a second opinion and you were too busy checking something else,” he pouts his lower lip, pressing a kiss to her cheek, “Hurt my feelings, pretty girl. What are you looking at, anyway?”

Beatrice’s eyes widened and she pushed the rack of bikinis farther from them, panicked “Nothing!” she said quickly, maybe she wasn’t feeling that confident yet. When she turned around, he was wearing the hibiscus shirt, buttoned just up to the middle of his chest, “Ohhh, it looks so good.” she leans up to fix the collar, smoothing her hands over the fabric, “I love it.”

“Me too,” he says, looking back to where the other vendors were, too busy to pay attention to the two of them, then tugs her closer, pressing their foreheads together “Now answer me what you were looking at, because you seemed very interested.”

She blushed, looking away from him, “It’s nothing.” she murmured, then sighed when he didn’t seem to budge, “Just…swimwear I guess.”

“Swimwear?”

“Yeah, I thought some looked cute.” she shrugs, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

“Show me?”

She bit the corner of her mouth, hesitated but then turned her body towards the bikini rack, trying to find the one she liked again and then pulled out for him to see. She didn’t hold it in front of her body, instead she held it beside her. Beatrice looked up at Bradley to see him with his hands on his hips, his sunglasses up to his hair and eyebrows up. His lips pursed when he breathed shakily, with his gaze locked on the palm tree bikini.

“Brad?” she questioned, “What’s wrong?”

“That is uh…that’s,” he gestured to the bikini, “That’s very nice. You should definitely get it.”

“You think so? I didn’t even check the price–”

“I’ll get it for you,” he said quickly, “I’ll get it, don’t worry. You got me the shirt and I got–” he clears his throat, his mouth feels incredibly dry, “You got a cute bikini. Matter of fact, why don’t you take these to the cashier,” he hurriedly removes the shirt, folding it and handing it to her alongside the bikini, “I’ll, uh, meet you there in a few.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, but leaned up to kiss his lips before he disappeared from her view. “...okay?” on the way over to the cashier, she couldn’t help but wonder what brought on that weird attitude over him. Standing on the line, she looked down at her bikini for a second, before Shells’ words appeared back in her mind:

You’ve seen how that man looks at you. Do you really think he wouldn’t be into your body even more?

Her lips parted in a pleased little gasp, only to roll them into her mouth to hold back her smile, looking at the new swimwear in her arms with his Hawaiian shirt underneath it and she couldn’t help but feel like she was stepping on clouds. His large hand suddenly appeared on her back as he returned, pushing her forward so they could pay, separately, for each article of clothing.

Once out of the store, she couldn’t help the little grin over her lips, squeezing his hand almost without thinking, her thumb rubbing the side of his palm repeatedly. She was so happy she couldn’t help herself, looking back and forth on the mall’s hallway, she tugged him to the side, “What?” he questioned, just following her as she took the two to where the artificial plants decorated a corner, “What’s wrong?”

Beatrice waited until they were partially hidden from the rest of the crowd to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He hummed out in surprise but quickly kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist, thankful of how no one seemed to notice the two of them there. He groaned when one of her hands went up to his hair, nails dragging up his scalp, a stuttery ‘fuck’ leaving his lips into her mouth as she laughed.

He stepped forward until her back touched a wall, his teeth biting on her lower lip,being followed by his tongue, begging her to open it. She does and he downright growls when it happens, his large hands slide down her back to cup her ass through her jeans, pressing her pelvis against his as they make out in the darkened corner of a crowded mall, hidden by a small artificial palm tree.

When she playfully bites his own lower lip, it takes all the power in him to control himself, breaking the kiss to drag his mouth down her cheek then down her jawline. She sucks in a breath, feeling his teeth pinch just where her tendon began, the wet of his tongue sending shivers up and down her spine. Bea mewls quietly, his teeth finding the weak spot by sucking onto it hard, not even caring if it marked in fact she was more than happy it did.

Her hand returned to the back of his head and she could feel his whole body shuddering when she wrapped her fingers around the sandy waves, his hold on her tightened even more.

Oh, did Bradley have some sort of weakness when it comes to his hair? She couldn’t help but smile at the new information.

He pressed his crotch to hers before stopping, stopping everything, to drop his forehead to the curve of her shoulder, “Jesus Christ.” he mutters, out of breath, “Gorgeous we got to stop or else I won’t be able to keep things decent.” but his lips returned to her neck, pressing a trail of kisses until he reached her lips again, humming against the cherry flavored lip balm, “I don’t know what happened, but shit, you won’t see me complaining. Was it the shirt?”

But Bea’s smile only softened, cupping his cheeks with her hands. You want to see me, all of me, you aren’t upset thinking about my body, you want me, you really want me, she thought but only chose to say, “I just felt like kissing you.”

Bradley’s sunglasses are a bit crooked, so she fixes them for him, while he chuckles softly, “Well, hey, don’t mind doing this more often, I like this side of you.” she rolls her lower lip into her mouth the moment he says it, “Babe I’ll have to kiss you again if you keep this up.”

“You won’t see me complaining.” she whispered just as breathily, tugging him down to press their lips together again before they walked out of their little corner. Bradley took a few seconds to come out, rubbing his hands over his face in hopes to appear presentable before he met her outside.

On her neck stood the brightest,reddest hickey. Which on her pale skin, stood out immensely. But she couldn’t bring herself to care, at best she’d use her hair to cover it. Each of them held their own bags, grinning like two adolescents who did something under an adult’s nose and no one would find out.

That is until they both hear a high pitched noise that stood out from the usual crowd chatter, “Did you hear that?” Bradley comments, looking around, only to hear the sound getting louder.

“I do…it seems…familiar?” it gets louder, closer, way closer, until there's a sudden impact on the back of Bea’s legs. She yelps in surprise, looking back down at her legs to see a known blonde haired little girl smiling up at her while hugging her jeans clad leg.

“Hi auntie! Hi Prince Rooster!”

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